Forecast 42

Gather round

Listen to my story

A ride I thought I'd left far behind

Some broken falls

In a memory box

Waits to be cashed in

Waiting for my stocks to rise

Still with the idea

That you'd be mine

Some other time

Tap on the glass

And watch the roller coaster

Little screams heard from tiny

You and I

Race me around the playground

Til I catch you

Ready for the next go round

On your mark

A weatherman

Coming or going

Predicting sunny skies

You give me stormy

Whether you are wrong or right

You are always crowned

And I'm left back at the playground

I left my stamp to beacon you

I thought that seeing you would

Would be a forecast made for two

The weatherman

Always watching

Predicting stormy skies

You give me rainbow

Wether you are here or there

You're always around

And you're running from the playground

I left my stamp to beacon you

I thought that seeing you would

Would be a forecast made for two

I think I'm on to you

I'm building this forcast made for two

Fooled again

Taken by surprise

A ride that I'd left

Trailing in time

I've been taught well

To sit and stay

And now i'm begging to run away

Get set

The weatherman

A strict position

For taking my hand

And then casting his fortune

If I watch once more

Will I weather the storm

Or will I swing

Back to my playground

I left my stamp to beacon you

I thought that seeing you would

Would be a forcast made for two

I think I'm on to you

I'm building this forcast

Building this forcast

Building this forcast made for two