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?
