Текст песни Bic Runga - Listening For The Weather
Bic Runga - Listening For The Weather слова песни
So I`m listening for the weather to predict the coming dayLeave all thought of expectation to the weather manNo it doesn`t really matter what it is he has to say`Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhereAll the people that I know in the apartments down belowBusy with their starring roles in their own tragediesSunlight sends you on your wayAnd those restless thoughts that cling to yesterdayNever be afraid of changeI`ll call you on the phoneI hate to leave you on your ownBut I`m coming home todayAnd this busy inner city Has got nothing much to sayAnd I know how much you`re hanging round the letterboxAnd I`m sure that as I`m writingYou`ll be somewhere on your wayIn a supermarket checkout or the restaurantI`ve been doing what I`m toldI`ve been busy growing oldAnd the days are getting cold but that`s alright with meSunlight sends you on your wayAnd those restless thoughts that cling to yesterdayNever be afraid of changeI`ll call you on the phoneI hate to leave you on your ownBut I`m coming home todayYes I`m coming home todayI`ve been doing what I`m toldI`ve been busy growing oldAnd the days are getting cold but that`s alright with meSunlight sends you on your wayAnd those restless thoughts that cling to yesterdayNever be afraid of change