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 glass 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 Whether 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 forecast 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 forecast made for two I think I'm on to you I'm building this forecast Building this forecast Building this forecast made for two