It’s
not just me the moody
Look
up when you’re outside
It’s
not just me the broody
I
feel the changing tide
It’s
painted in the air
Written
within the cloud
Made
so terribly clear
The
feelings all resound
The
sky is all dark grey
The
sun is going down
The
rain is coming soon
Will
it thunder, will it drown?
It’s
calm now out about
But
thick is the growing air
I
expect wind will pick up soon
And
chill to flood us with care
