Listening for the Weather

So I'm listening for the weather

To predict the coming day

Leave all thought of expectation

To the weather man

No it doesn't really matter

What it is he has to say

'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing

In from somewhere

All the people that I know

In the apartments down below

Busy with their starring roles

In their own tragedies

Sunlight sends you on your way

And those restless thoughts

That cling to yesterday

Never be afraid of change

I'll call you on the phone

I hate to leave you on your own

But I'm coming home today

And this busy inner city

Has got nothing much to say

And I know how much

You're hanging round the letterbox

And I'm sure that as I'm writing

You'll be somewhere on your way

In a supermarket checkout

Or the restaurant

I've been doing what I'm told

I've been busy growing old

And the days are getting cold

But that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way

And those restless thoughts

That cling to yesterday

Never be afraid of change

I'll call you on the phone

I hate to leave you on your own

But I'm coming home today

Yes I'm coming home today

I've been doing what I'm told

I've been busy growing old

And the days are getting cold

But that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way

And those restless thoughts

That cling to yesterday

Never be afraid of change