Ballad of a Weatherman

Ever since he was a young boy, meteorology
Was all he cared about so he could be like the man on the TV
He would watch the skies and chase the storms and map the ways the weather formed
His interest rose like mercury when the world was warm
And all he had were his dreams

All he wanted was to point behind him and tell you what lie ahead
With a smile and a wink, no need to think about a word he said
You could trust him, yeah

He made it through college and even grad school
Could trace a pressure pattern in his sleep if he had to
So he started work at the local station with the highest hopes and expectations
Fetching coffee and making copies and dreaming of precipitation
Working hard for the man in the suit

All he wanted was to point behind him and tell you what lie ahead
With a smile and a wink, no need to think about a word he said
You could trust him, yeah

After years of working at a desk
He was almost ready to give it a rest
But still he did not give up hope of keeping the townsfolk in the know
So one day they sent him out to track a cyclone all alone
And he swore to the team that he would do his best


All he wanted was to point behind him and tell you what lie ahead
With a smile and a wink, no need to think about a word he said
You could trust him, yeah

Through the wind, across the waves
In yellow boots and coat he taped
From a tiny boat the story of mother nature's wild glory
And though the scene quickly grew quite gory
The remains of the tape still heard him say
"Well folks, I think it's gonna rain."


All he wanted was to point behind him and tell you what lie ahead
With a smile and a wink, no need to think about a word he said
You could trust him, yeah