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?