Weather St.

Looking out on Weather Street
Through the rainy weather from a grey bus seat
And though I used to go there frequently
Now the routes all weathered, got no one to meet

Maybe if I'd call or accept an invitation
Do something new to fix my past inspiration

But it's another night I've driven by
To get off here is unjustified
And I won't make it in time
Through these woods that have grown
Another blind mans paradise
That I see different through my eyes
I'm thankful for the vision
But it leaves me cold

(Goedenavond)

The bald bus driver is a cunt
But he's the only one who brings me this way
And it won't take him long to throw you out into the rain

Maybe if I sat down with my mind amongst the river?
Maybe he'd deliver
And make me glad

But it's another night I'm driving by,
To get off here is unjustified
And I won't make it in time
Through these woods that have grown
(Woods that have grown between us)
Another blind mans paradise
That I see different through my eyes
I'm thankful for the vision
But it leaves me cold

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