The weathergirl was
Right today
She said that it would
Rain
He gets up out of
His wheelchair
And grimaces with pain
Mournful sound
Coming now
It's near
The TV on and
Radio
The headphones are in place
Painkillers and some
Alcohol
Forget that fateful day
Mournful sound
Coming now
It's here
Eyes open and the
Sun will shine
Get through the
Storm again
As he gets into his
Wheelchair
The rest is far away
Mournful sound
Going now
Remain