Il testo della The weatherman

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

But 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 that snow on the ground
Twelve days, sun is what im looking for now
Twelve days, gray is 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
Well, its not so sad when theyre tumblin down

Twelve days, snow would spread the cold around
Twelve days, heat would melt that snow on the ground
Twelve days, sun is what im looking for now
Twelve days, gray is whats in, gray is whats in store

Snow would spread the cold around
Twelve days, heat would melt that snow on the ground
Twelve days, sun is what im looking for now
Twelve days, gray is whats in store

Keep the weatherman sweet
I believe its gonna get wetter