Listening For The Weather Lyrics - Bic Runga

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