Eleanor Mcevoy - The Weatherman текст песни

(eleanor mcevoy)

Keep the weatherman sweet,

Then begin sweeping the driveway.

News is that the heats

Coming in, thursday or friday.

Now Im a little slow to see

How weathermans words are gonna satisfy me

Words can change my point of view

Only if they prove to be true

Seven inches of rain,

I believe its gonna get wetter

Seven days of the week.

Hopes are high its gonna get better

Now, Im not in the hoping game

Thats a kind of a pity and a bit of a shame

But hope can be a two-edged sword

And a luxury that I just cant afford

Twelve days, snow would spread the cold around

Twelve days heat would melt the snow on the ground

Twelve days sun is what Im looking for now

Twelve days grey whats in store.

Keep the weatherman sweet

Then go off, buy an umbrella

Go and wait for the sun

Go and dream beautiful weather

Im much too old for dreams

Now thats a little bit sad,

But not as sad as it seems

When dreams have been a thorny crown

Its not so sad when theyre tumblin down

Repeat chorus