The Weatherman Lyrics - Eleanor Mcevoy

Keep the weatherman sweet 

Then begin sweeping the driveway 

News is that the heats 

Coming in, Thursday or Friday 

Now Im a little slow to see 

How weathermans words are gonna satisfy me 

Words can change my point of view 

Only if they prove to be true 

Seven inches of rain 

I believe its gonna get wetter 

Seven days of the week 

Hopes are high its gonna get better 

But Im not in the hoping game 

Thats a kind of a pity and a bit of a shame 

But hope can be a two edged sword 

And a luxury that I just cant afford 

Twelve days, snow would spread the cold around 

Twelve days, heat would melt that snow on the ground 

Twelve days, sun is what Im looking for now 

Twelve days, gray is whats in store 

Keep the weatherman sweet 

Then go off, buy an umbrella 

Go and wait for the sun 

Go and dream beautiful weather 

Im much too old for dreams 

Now thats a little bit sad but not as sad as it seems 

When dreams have been a thorny crown 

Well, its not so sad when theyre tumblin down 

Twelve days, snow would spread the cold around 

Twelve days, heat would melt that snow on the ground 

Twelve days, sun is what Im looking for now 

Twelve days, gray is whats in, gray is whats in store 

Snow would spread the cold around 

Twelve days, heat would melt that snow on the ground 

Twelve days, sun is what Im looking for now 

Twelve days, gray is whats in store 

Keep the weatherman sweet 

I believe its gonna get wetter