The Weatherman

For the liar trips on edge of desire Indicating a season change By a flick of light With his fourth step Breathing in cause he forced it No one calls for November rain But you'd always dare 5 a.m. now Problem is that you're too proud To conceal your epiphany It's truth or dare Because you are the weatherman Doing the best you can Avoiding the turbulence On foggy days On foggy days On foggy days On foggy days For the worst thing Was not in a real thing Strikes me terrific To see how he feels Closing doors now Chasing names up in black clouds Where they dance And pretend to be seen On the flipside Dance in the riptide Holding hands With idiocratic beliefs I guess that's what you get I guess that's what's you get I guess that's what you get I guess that's what you get Because you are the weatherman (I guess that's what you get) Doing the best you can (I guess that's what you get) Because you are the weatherman (I guess that's what you get) Doing the best you can (I guess that's what you get) Because you are the weatherman (I guess that's what you get) Doing the best you can (I guess that's what you get) Avoiding the turbulence (On foggy days)