♪. Listening for the Weathe / Bic Runga -

 

 

Listening for the Weathe / 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