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.

Everywhere I go,
And everything I do,
It’s like I've been looking,
Looking for you.

I didn't really know,
I didn't really care,
But it’s like you had all the answers,
The who, the when, the where.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
The adventure where everything changed,
The world had a way,
Of leading me straight to you.

Anywhere I go,
And anything I do,
Just doesn't come close to how I feel,
When I'm with you.

So I guess that in the end,
It was always meant to be,
I was made for you,
And you were made for me.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
The adventure where everything changed,
The world had a way,
Of leading me straight to you.

I look at the sun,
And I know it’s gonna be one of the days,
That takes me right back to when I was young,
Dreaming through the summer haze.

When nothing was scary, I could do anything.
Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,
Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,
Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,
Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.

These are the days I remember,
These are the days I miss,
When young and free was all I had to be,
And reality didn't exist.

Stuck on the train riding to work again,
Life on a one-way street,
My only escape is to pause and replay,
Like a memory played on repeat.

When nothing was scary, I could do anything.
Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,
Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,
Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,
Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.

These are the days I remember,
These are the days I miss,
When young and free was all I had to be,
And reality didn't exist.

Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young,
Take me back to being young.