Songtext von Weather: Perfectly Clear

It took off into space from this terrible place Won't be 'round for a year The instructions, they said, had been numbered instead: 'WEATHER: PERFECTLY CLEAR' 'Plot: uninspired' Bored, I got tired I won't pretend that I stayed 'till the end Now they won't return my call They won't speak to me at all now They won't return my call It was Sunday again at a quarter to ten He'd stepped out for a beer While walking home in the rain all alone Weather perfectly clear