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 stock 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 be a forecast

Made for two

The weatherman

Always watching

Predicting sunny skies you give me rainbow

Whether 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 be a forecast made for two

I think I'm on to you

I'm building this forecast

Made for two

Fooled again

Taken by surprise

A ride that I thought 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 be a forecast made for two

I think I'm on to you

I'm building this forecast

Building this forecast

Building this forecast

Made for two

Forecast 42

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