The Forecast Songtext
von Bettye LaVette

Coffee for my breakfast
Shot of whiskey on the side
Is a dark and dreary mornin′
Clouds cover up the sky

The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My fate was love and it turned cold
And the forecast calls for pain

We stayed up all night talking
He's grown restless
That′s what he's sayin'
Told me that ain′t nobody knew, but
Deep down, I know that′s mess

Looks like the forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My fate is love and it turned cold
The forecast calls for pain


Let me tell you, he said
Says he's tryin′ and he's tryin′
And maybe he has
But his love still went and died
And I can see
Deep down inside, the man has changed
Said he's changed
Said he′s changed
The forecast calls for pain

I can hear approaching thunder
Feel a chill running up my spine
I've seen this kinda thing before
I know when I'm on borrowed time

Tell ya that the forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My fate it is love and it turned cold
The forecast calls for pain

I can hear the thunder
I can see the lightning
I can feel the pain
Lord, is raining in my heart
Aww, pain
Aww, pain
Aww, pain
Forecast calls for pain


Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Aww!