You know I don't control the weather
But I can pray that the moon will rise
And maybe somehow make it all better for a while

Maybe we could write God a letter
Or we could cast our gaze into the sky
And ask if he would pull the lever that makes it all right

Your family said, “Boy, leave, go learn to be a man!”
And you saw the world by night from the back seat of a van
Then you made a life by the sea writing poetry
A way to make a living of which you never coulda dreamed

You know I don't control thе weather
But I can wish for the sun to arrivе
And maybe things will slowly get better in time

You got your wish, you got out, your dreams were mostly made
To see the world by night from the window of a plane, hey
Found someone to love you, you did your best to love her back, hey
Back home where you're from, that's the measure of a man, hey

No, I don't control the weather
No, I don't control the weather
No, I don't control the weather