Bic Runga Listening For The Weather Lyrics

Listening For The Weather Lyrics

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