Harold Weathervein

Harold Walks down Any street Of this town Both crier And witness The sun drops The clouds shift His legs twitch The clocks chime On the cafes Pharmacies And dime stores In bar rooms He sits all alone Erupting In his head it's like the weather In his head it's like the weather In his head it's like the weather Back and forth, it's like the weather Back and forth, it's like the weather Back and forth, it's like the weather When it rains it pours down Weatherman Do you feel Do you feel Stormy inside Of your veins?