Listening For The Weather

So, I'm listening for the weather,

To predict the coming day.

Leave all thought of expectation

To the weatherman.

No it doesn't really matter

What it is he has to say,

'Cause tomorrow's keep on blowing in

From somewhere.

All the people that I know

In the apartments down below,

Busy with their starring roles

In their own tragedies.

Sunlight sends you on your way,

And those restless thoughts that

Cling to yesterday.

Never be afraid of change.

I'll call you on the phone.

I hate to leave you on your own,

But I'm coming home today.

And this busy inner city

Has got nothing much to say,

And I know how much you're

Hanging 'round the letterbox.

And I'm sure that as I'm writing,

You'll be somewhere on your way,

In a supermarket checkout

Or a restaurant.

I've been doing what I'm told.

I've been busy growing old,

And the days are getting cold,

but that's alright with me.

Yes I'm coming home today.

I've been doing what I'm told.

I've been busy growing old,

And the days are getting cold,

But that's alright with me.