You can't rely on the weather man
Whether or not he's right, you're wrong

You look, I stare, we call it there
It's getting late
For you to go to bed,
And I'll go out

It rains it pours, it floods our doors
It silences eyes, and waits for more You know

You've got to trust your, your own instinct
Cause you can hear so much more when you speak