Weather Report

You could find you're living up town
You could find your down in the ghetto
Or you could find you're out on the street
Standing by the side
Thumbing for a ride
Feeling empty on your feet
Read my palm is there a premonition?
Weather-man are you predicting rain?
Are there more storms on the horizon?
Brewing just for me
Out on the sea
Then sweeping 'cross the plains
About this time the rain begins to fall
I can feel the rumble of the thunder
Out in the field my mind begins to stall
Can you tell me what it means
I live inside a dream
Can you help me here at all?
You might find me living in the woods
You might find me sitting by the window
Or you might find me in a Cadillac
Pedal to the floor
Fake panels in the door
Never to come back



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Craig Ii
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