Weatherman

News channel, around five to eight
Big winds coming, I ain't here to play
Don't think I got time for breakfast
But there's enough on my plate
Don't you rain on my parade
I just don't know what to say now
Losing patience everyday
So don't you rain on my parade now

Weatherman, is this for real?
Can't you tell you're getting me killed?
Weatherman, is this for real?
I only come around in the day, this city keeps me in place

I don't really want to talk right now
And the news say it's no idea going out
So I'll stay up till it hold me down
And if it's coming from north, then- never mind
This city's cold enough for me
This city's cold
This city's cold enough for me
This city's colder
I still remember how I rolled- how I rolled up
Bruises on my knees, I must've tripped up
Put my hands to the sky like it's a stickup
And that's a metaphor for everything I think about

Weatherman, is this for real?
Can't you tell you're getting me killed?
Weatherman, is this for real?
I only come around in the day, this city keeps me in place

Weatherman
You know I'm going to freeze to death out here on my own
I don't know how I'm getting home tonight

Weatherman, is this for real?
Can't you tell you're getting me killed?
Weatherman, is this for real?
I only come around in the day, this city keeps me in place
Weatherman, is this for real? (I can't believe I'm still here)
Can't you tell you're getting me killed? (You didn't even spare a blink)
Weatherman, is this for real? (Is that really how you feel?)
I only come around in the day, this city keeps me in place (Please put me back in my place)