Eleanor Mcevoy - The Weatherman lyrics

(eleanor mcevoy)

Keep the weatherman sweet

Then begin sweeping the driveway.

News is that the heat's

Coming inthursday or friday.

Now I'm a little slow to see

How weatherman's 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 it's gonna get wetter

Seven days of the week.

Hopes are high it's gonna get better

NowI'm not in the hoping game

That's 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 can't afford

Twelve dayssnow would spread the cold around

Twelve days heat would melt the snow on the ground

Twelve days sun is what I'm looking for now

Twelve days grey what's in store.

Keep the weatherman sweet

Then go offbuy an umbrella

Go and wait for the sun

Go and dream beautiful weather

I'm much too old for dreams

Now that's a little bit sad

But not as sad as it seems

When dreams have been a thorny crown

It's not so sad when they're tumblin' down

Repeat chorus