Will of the Weather

By the time I came to say goodbye
You were already gone
You were already high as a kite
Somewhere between no place and home

Fever in the morning waking in the street
And nobody around seems to know
Whether to stop or to leave you there
Oh it must have been a heavy defeat

Well I weathered the winter threadbare and blue
And I traded my life for a room
With a view
And I'm never short of something to do

But Oh it's a pitiful thing
To be nobody's father
And to have nothing to bring
And Oh it's inevitable
You're at the will of the weather
And you don't know what you know

Well it's not you and I don't think it's me
That I'm trying to read
Into the faces I see in a magazine
Well I stick 'em up with paper and glue

And I would go without eating or sleep
Just for a glimpse at the heart
Of the Divine Mystique but would I recognize
Or would it only be a kick in the teeth

And what does it mean what am I to take
Is there nothing to learn
Is there more than a desire to propagate
Oh is loving a delusion or fate

But oh its the funniest thing
To be nobody's lover
And to have nothing to sing
And Oh its inevitable
I'm at the will of the weather
And I have only today

Well I don't know if it seems like a waste
To give up on a thing
That I never really had in the first place
Well maybe not in this particular case

And I don't if I could stand the pace
But I couldn't keep it
Only in the interest of saving face
But did I say all that I needed to say

And oh unavoidable sin
To be caught in a moment
When you shouldn't have been
And oh its an intangible thing
Its the will of the weather
Its not a fight you can win