Eleanor Mcevoy - The Weatherman Lyrics
(eleanor mcevoy)Keep the weatherman sweet,Then begin sweeping the driveway.News is that the heatsComing in, thursday or friday.Now Im a little slow to seeHow weathermans words are gonna satisfy meWords can change my point of viewOnly if they prove to be trueSeven inches of rain,I believe its gonna get wetterSeven days of the week.Hopes are high its gonna get betterNow, Im not in the hoping gameThats a kind of a pity and a bit of a shameBut hope can be a two-edged swordAnd a luxury that I just cant affordTwelve days, snow would spread the cold aroundTwelve days heat would melt the snow on the groundTwelve days sun is what Im looking for nowTwelve days grey whats in store.Keep the weatherman sweetThen go off, buy an umbrellaGo and wait for the sunGo and dream beautiful weatherIm much too old for dreamsNow thats a little bit sad,But not as sad as it seemsWhen dreams have been a thorny crownIts not so sad when theyre tumblin downRepeat chorus
