Forecast Lyrics - Armchair Theatre - Jeff Lynne

The forecast miserable to gloomy, overcast to grim 

The outlook sadly bleak to gale force, cold hard rain or wind 

If you could get a ticket to the place you wanna be 

Where would you be now, girl? 

Where would you be? 

Deep depression looming over, pushing to the shore 

Raining on the wooden faces, raining on the wooden floor 

Sail out into nothing, way beyond the shining sea 

Where would you be now, girl? 

Where would you be... girl? 

Be... girl? 

Where would you be? 

The rain is gonna fall down on Persperation Alley 

The clouds will shed their tears, upon the high and mighty 

Fly a new horizon, to the dream you'll never leave 

Where would you be now, girl? 

Where would you be... girl? 

Where would you be... girl? 

Where would you be... girl? 

Where would you be? 

(Where would you be now?) 

Where would you be? 

Where would you be? 

Where would you be? 

(Where would you be?) 

Where would you be? 

-(sound effects) 

"It's still going, you know?" 

-(chimes)