Texty:
Fairweather

Fairweather father Fairweather father Doesn't like to hear the baby cry Doesn't like to about the aches and pains Of the day gone by Of the day gone by

Could we do it again If he asked how it felt And I didn?t say this time You tried to scare me With empty thoughts That means not a thing ?Cause I?m down

Fly inside, feel me dealing Holding on to a story just told About a man who's the life of a funeral Grabbin' on to a woman who's soul He just stole for

One thing's for sure, I just can't find the way to To let it seem like all is wrong inside my den "Hold back, breathe easy", she said to me Go somewhere

Another reason to doubt me Another teardrop falls I can't wait for a friend when loneliness calls Another kiss in the basement Pour salt on my tongue

redskins in '83 And when the dolphins are playn' well Well, yeah well they're the team for me 'Cause I'm Fairweather Johnson (Johnson) Yeah, yes I'm Fairweather

Paper cuts leave trails A good distraction Is what I got to. I've got this corner window I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall

this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs. The list of dead goes on and on and on. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding, up broken

I must confess that nothings changed for now. While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way, into our beds while we sleep. Can't you see