Every day when morning comes she checks the weather
Every day there's little hope that it gets better
So she goes out to the street
Lets the rain meet her skin again
When they shower her with love she just feels pressure
Cause she knows that they all want her to get better
So she staggers to her feet
Let the tears stain her cheeks again
She checks the weather
Day on the tray she puts her face on
A little blush alone can hush up most the questions
And she knows she'll carry on
But the days feel so long
And as she walks she starts to notice all the faces
Surely some of them like her are only fading
The preacher on the street screams out
Truth won't betray you The lies will
So she checks the weather
She checks the weather
Every night that she gets in bed
No longer tempered in her head
It's so brutal all this keeping it together
At her window there's a breeze, what's worse tomorrow might be
But then again it probably will get wet
She'll check the weather
I’ll check the weather
I’ll check the weather
