Weatherman

I saw a picture of the old dirt road
Winding through fields of crimson and gold
Far from the wheels of the star machine
Out to the spaces that lie in between

Weatherman says so fine
I believe him this time
Let's walk that road see what we can find

You kept a small stone by your bedside
So pale and so smooth you touched it at night
I never understood the promise of small charms
There's a coin in my pocket and it's shining so bright

Weatherman says so fine
I believe him this time
Take out your two wheels there's no rain

I came back from somewhere smiling
Laughing at a joke you told me yesterday
Dancing in my head to ancient music
A thousand years old and getting young in every way
Weatherman says so fine
I believe him this time

Weatherman says so fine
Weatherman says so fine
Weatherman says so fine
Weatherman says so fine



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Gordon Miller
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