the weather forecaster

He learns to read the weather
When he was very young
To never get it wrong, oh oh
No need to ever get wet
Or carry extra clothes
Everything just so, oh oh
Trying to control
Everything
Everything just so, oh oh
If you know
What the weather
Will be like
There’s no danger
You’re in control
In his pockets are pieces of paper
Listing the questions he will ask
The stories he will tell, oh oh
So that when he meets her later
The conversation won’t run dry
Everything just so, oh oh
But that day
For the first time
In years
He got it wrong
The rain came down
And all the ink on the paper in his pockets
Ran into one
He didn’t know what to do
He had to make it up
And he remembered
What getting wet
Was like
And it felt
Completely
Right
If you know
What the weather
Will be like
There’s no danger
You’re in control
Of your life
«Yeah try that»