Weather Man
It hurts to tell the truth
I guess that's why so many people walk around with fake smiles
Avoiding the pain not knowing they are only stirring up a thunderstorm
Wishing that the rain would go away
Do you know what it feels like to have tears that hold weight
Do you know what it feels like trying to open your mind when your eyes don't want to see
A closed intellect during regular business hours
January cold with a February that loathes
Those who choose to March and not give up in April
May I offer a suggestion
Some of her changes in June
But mother earth will always provide the truth
To the lies in July
I want to be more August
But the 10th month brings more dark to light, as daylight savings time ends
November then December
But that's not the end
Because I forgot to mention these September showers, continue after hours
Listening to the dark lane tapes
Trying to make my own words to put on vinyl
That's the truth
And it hurts to say even though it's good
But the more we tell the truth the easier it will be
Stop hiding
p.s. you can't control the weather...
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