Текст песни Weather Report - Homemade Ocean

The weather man came on today
Like storm clouds he called for gray
Tuning out what he'd say was easier than accepting bitter tray served
Ringing in my ears
And swaying in my steps

Wander lust gaining body filled with regret
Missing trust drain
Pain met
Lightning strike feigning
Percocet

Close the door the flash lit up the night
Grasp me tight to hold my breath, breathe right
Yeah alright, we're alright, yeah we're alright