The Forecast (Calls For Pain) Songtext
von The Robert Cray Band

Coffee for my breakfast
Shot of whiskey on the side
It′s a dark and dreary morning
With the clouds covering up the sky

And the forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turnin′ cold
And the forecast calls for pain

We stayed up all night talkin'
She's grown restless
She confessed
She said there′s no one new
But deep down I know that′s next

The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turnin′ cold
And the forecast calls for pain


She says
She's tried and tried
Yes she has
But slowly our love has died
I can see
That deep down inside
She′s changed

The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
Yeah, yeaheaheah, yeah

(Guitar solo)

I hear approachin' thunder
I can feel a chill run up my spine
I′ve seen love freeze before
And I know that I'm on borrowed time

The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My baby's turnin′ cold
And the forecast calls for pain


Yeah
I can hear the thunder
I can see the lightnin′
Mmm
I feel the pain
Ooh
Oh, it's gonna rain
Clouds coverin′ up the sky
Whoo
Sad and lonely
Yeah
All alone
I'll get pneumonia
Oh
I feel the pain
Ohh
I feel the pain
(End)