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 stocks to rise Still with the idea That you'd be mine Some other time Tap on the gla*s 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 Would be a forecast made for two The weatherman Always watching Predicting stormy skies You give me rainbow Wether 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 Would be a forecast made for two I think I'm on to you I'm building this forcast made for two Fooled again Taken by surprise A ride that 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 Would be a forcast made for two I think I'm on to you I'm building this forcast Building this forcast Building this forcast made for two