the nights are drawing in
quicker now
the clouds are heavier
they're black
swollen
and fit to burst
at any moment
but they will wait
yes they will wait
until i step out through the door
ill prepared
for what the day
might have in store
for me

the only thing predictable
is nothing is predictable
well not round here
well not round here anyway
well summers
been and gone
i blinked and i missed it
yeah i blinked and i missed it
my ruddy sanguine complexion
wasn't caused by the sun
not by the sun
you see
i'm weatherbeaten
yeah i'm weatherbeaten
by the rain and the wind
not by the sun
no not by the sun
cause we don't see it
round here
i'm weatherbeaten
by the rain and the wind
and occasional hail
but not by the sun
we dont see it round hear
the clouds are heavy
and black

words and music by oldrottenhead