Weatherman

Hey weather man
Your storms brewing
I forecast she leaves you
At the first sign of lightning
Am i on your radar?
I’m on the runway.

I can weather your storm

Just zip it up
And keep it in
There’ll be no feeling
In her kitchen
Just fry the eggs
In your flames of rage

I can weather your storm

Up up and away
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me flying?