Weatherman Songtext
von Emma Tricca

I empty the drawer
Early this morning, my suitcase been packed
My friends all said goodbye yesterday night

With some beers, the keys are on the table
The passport and my hand and the ticket is in my pocket
And I look around to not forget this place
When I′ll be away

But I don't want to go, no
I want to stay here with the weatherman
It′s always kind

Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Tu-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Tu-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo


The cab driver's talking, I don't want to hear
Got a tear in my eye
Two hours or so, I′ll be flying in the sky
High with the sun

First, I′ll check in my bed
I'll feel the bar and then, time to move on
People queuing at the gate, number 16
We were ready to take off

But I don′t want to go, no
I want to stay here with the weatherman
Is always kind

But I don't want to go, no
I want to stay here with the weatherman
Is always kind

Weather, weatherman
Weather, weatherman
Weather, weatherman
Is always kind