Weather Report 10

Verse

Old street radio crackles the forecast

Says a low is moving through, we don't mind this

Raindrops on my window turning gold at eight

You're calling in to check if it's safe tonight

Your voice on the phone through static and wind

Saying the power lines are humming again

I tell you I like it this way — the dark, the grey

Better than a night that never stays

Pre-Chorus

So let the clouds roll in off the ridge tonight

Let us be soft and hold each other right

Tell me what's a little rain when we have something real

Chorus

Weather report says it's going to storm so slow

Every window fogged up but we don't need the glow

We're not chasing the sun, no reason to go south

This is our forecast and I'm ready to know

I love you best in the quiet after the sky turns gray

The thunder rolls soft like a drum that won't fade away

Verse

Tin roof on your roof, water dripping slow

A whole city breathing easy — nobody knows how

We're not counting hours left before it clears

We're dancing like every night is ours to keep

Your shirt stuck to you, mine's soaked and thin

Candlelight flickers then catches again

The world outside forgets where we stand still

Nothing else matters but this one hill

Pre-Chorus

So let the clouds roll in off the ridge tonight

Let us be soft and hold each other right

Tell me what's a little rain when we have something real

Chorus

Weather report says it's going to storm so slow

Every window fogged up but we don't need the glow

We're not chasing the sun, no reason to go south

This is our forecast and I'm ready to know

I love you best in the quiet after the sky turns gray

The thunder rolls soft like a drum that won't fade away

Bridge

Someday it's blue skies — we'll ride the heat wave slow

But tonight we don't need anywhere else to go

This rain is proof our hearts are something real

Not some forecast that changes on command or will

No countdown, no schedule — just the sound of your hand on my knee

I never wanted a blue sky anyway — I want this kind of me with you

We're not waiting for morning, we don't need to see what tomorrow's light will do

Chorus

Weather report says it's going to storm so slow

Every window fogged up but we don't need the glow

We're not chasing the sun, no reason to go south

This is our forecast and I'm ready to know

I love you best in the quiet after the sky turns gray

The thunder rolls soft like a drum that won't fade away