Weatherman Lyrics

I swear I saw the weatherman

His pockets pulled and water spilling out the corner of his mouth

I heard he'd given out

You better listen up because the water's speaking for him now

A tribute on the local news

A lady dressed in black, a little boy

It could'a been his son

He'd tell them all to run

From the mid-life silt he was saddled with, that he bestowed upon them

Ain't that the way it goes

We live by what we know

Paying tax and paying tolls

Leave out the deeper shit

It ain't good manners at the dinner table

Leaves your lover's blood pressure unstable

Someone pull the stopper out

And it's hard to give a fuck when all your energy's done draining down

Some Herculean doubts

You better listen up because my body's speaking for me now

Do whatever works for you

He lived by what he knew

Staying small and paying dues

Leave out the deeper shit

People only care about the surface level

Leave the rest alone

Let it unravel

Ain't that the way it goes

We die by what we've chose

Bloody fists or bloodied nose

How 'bout a place to rest

Somewhere you can lay your troubled head

Talk about the things you've seen

The things you've said

The things you've seen

The things you said