Weather man,
Up in the sky,
Do you float or do you fly?
Gold and grey - you look so strong,
Mighty,
But never there for long.

Weather man,
Towering tall,
A countenance to rule us all,
A slice of hope, a glimmer of heaven,
Angels inside,
Won’t you let down a rope?

Weather man,
In your bed of blue,
May I climb up and be with you?
Wish I could steal a little thunder,
And get out from under,
The might of your hand.

Weather man,
Do you cry?
Silver teardrops tumble by,
Bless us now with one more kiss,
Then strike me down,
As you turn the skies around.

I can hear you say,
Say that it’s over now,
Somehow now it’s the end,
But I can’t pretend,
Pretend that we’ll be free,
Of memories my friend.

A bittersweet story,
Can only be,
A reason to depend,
On what we patiently,
Keep believing,
And I can see.

The day is gonna come,
Our song will have been sung,
But we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun again.

S’been a long, long day,
Maybe the next time round,
We’ll have found a way,
To keep the storm away,
Maybe that big old cloud,
Won’t get around anymore.

And if our hearts are worn,
Our compass torn,
By currents out in the air,
We’ll find a place where we,
Can keep believing,
I see where.

The day is gonna come,
Our song will have been sung,
But we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun again.

Oh, we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun,
Oh, we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun again.

I remember,
The afternoons of make believe and
Music,
Oh how we’d sing and shout!
And I’m wondering,
How long before we’ll all be leaving,
Every time that I’m in your house.

I can hear it,
The symphony of pots and pans and
Father,
As quiet as a mouse,
Please forgive me,
The way that I still clitter clatter,
Every time that I’m in your house.

Guess it’s only,
Another four walls and a staircase,
I know,
It’s time that I got out,
But Mother,
Your voice is in the walls of this place,
Every time that I’m in your house.

Im chasing moonbeams in my sleep,
Making myself promises I cannot keep to,
See through until the end,
I'm losing ground to you, But bound to you.

Im chasing fake gold,
I'm coming after you,
You're making me old,
You… Got me on the run,
Got me on the run,
Got me on the run now yeah, I'm breaking rainbows in my sleep,
Waking myself up,
Trying to heat up the cold,
Your soul and everything about this empty hole.

It's got us all on the run,
It's got us all on the run.

Im chasing fake gold,
I'm coming after you,
You're making me old,
You… Got me on the run,
Got me on the run,
Got me on the run now yeah.