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.

Lately, I've been doing some thinking,
Trying to work out what went wrong,
Seems to me I’ve been putting up with you for way too long,
So I'm picking up and moving on.
I’m hitting the road,
Out on my own,
Deleting your number from my phone,
Gonna learn to be happy,
Just like I used to be,
Before I let you bring me down,
No more excuses,
Or needing to prove that,
I’m good enough as I am,
I’m taking off, I’ve had enough,
Oh, I’m hitting the road, I’m hitting the road.

I can't believe it took me so long,
Just to see the hold you had on me,
But now it’s like I can breathe,
Nobody to answer to but me,
And that’s how it’s meant to be,
Finally doing’ this, finally free!
I’m hitting the road,
Out on my own,
Deleting your number from my phone,
Gonna learn to be happy,
Just like I used to be,
Before I let you bring me down,
No more excuses,
Or needing to prove that,
I’m good enough as I am,
I’m taking off, I’ve had enough,
Oh, I’m hitting the road, I’m hitting the road.