Harold walks down any street of this town
Both crier and witness
The sun drops, the clouds shift
His legs twitch

The clocks chime
On cafés, pharmacies, and dime stores
In bar rooms, he sits all alone
Erupting

In his head, it's like the weather
In his head, it's like the weather
In his head, it's like the weather
Oh, oh, oh
Back and forth, it's like the weather
Back and forth, it's like the weather
Back and forth, it's like the weather
When it rains, it pours down

Weatherman, do you feel?
Do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?