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weatherman - jacob brodovsky lyrics

[verse 1]
it was a grey and gloomy cold september day
when you walked into our homeroom
you were tall and sophisticated
you were sad in a pretty way
you were bright against the sky’s gloom
as you sat down at your desk
i tried to play it cool
i couldn’t believe i was meeting my future in high school
so i tapped you on the shoulder
as you turned i could smell your hair
you said “hi.”
and i forgot why i was standing there
[verse 2]
in the summer the sun was hot
and the uv gave me hives
i spent my days beside the wading pool
ever selfless, you got a job in a white chair saving lives
i tried to drown so i’d need a rescue
as you tried to get a grip on my chlorinated skin
i tried to speak through all the water i had taken in
but i couldn’t
i just lay there and coughed as you rolled your eyes
you said to the crowd: “does anyone know this guy?”

[chorus]
but if i was your weatherman
in your kitchen every day
not a meteorologist, just someone pointing out the rain
i’d be on your favorite morning show
i’d have that local kind of fame
i could be your weatherman, you would know my name

[instrumental break]

[verse 3]
at christmas, the ground was bare ’cause the snow still hadn’t showed
you said the change should be expected
we were at the pipeline march, blocking traffic in the road
and once again, i felt connected
as i ran to join the crowd
i couldn’t help but be surprised
the cops were binding all your wrists with plastic ties
so i offered up my hands
we’d be locked up together in bliss
you said “no, not him, he just got here, he’s not part of this.”
[chorus]
but if i was your weatherman
in your kitchen everyday
i want to be your weatherman
and host the santa claus parade
won’t you let me be your weatherman?
you’ll never have to be afraid
of all those meteorologists and their forecasts for rain
i’d be on your favorite morning show
i’d have that local kind of fame
i could be your weatherman, you would know my name

[outro]
our kids will say “that’s my dad, the weatherman, everyone knows his name.”
so won’t you let me be your weatherman?

- jacob brodovsky lyrics

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