Listening For The Weather

So, I'm listening for the weather
To predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weatherman
No, it doesn't really matter
What it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrow's 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 a 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