weatherman

Driving on the interstate

Hope a rock won't roll down and flatten me like a pancake 

I'm scared of the future every day

So I make all kinds of predictions that don't go my way

I recognize the maps and the plans I've made before

I never let 'em go I'm staring at the past thinking I'll know what's at the door

Oh I wish that I could know when it'll rain but I'm not a weatherman 

And I would break all my bones just to know all the things I can't 

I'll cry a river and I'll sail it down 

to another town