Forecast 42 Lyrics - Born 4 - Jakalope

Gather round 

Listen to my story 

A ride I thought I'd left far behind 

Some broken falls 

In a memory box 

Waits to be cashed in 

Waiting for my stocks to rise 

Still with the idea 

That you'd be mine 

Some other time 

Tap on the glass 

And watch the roller coaster 

Little screams heard from tiny 

You and I 

Race me around the playground 

Til I catch you 

Ready for the next go round 

On your mark 

A weatherman 

Coming or going 

Predicting sunny skies 

You give me stormy 

Whether you are wrong or right 

You are always crowned 

And I'm left back at the playground 

I left my stamp to beacon you 

I thought that seeing you would 

Would be a forecast made for two 

The weatherman 

Always watching 

Predicting stormy skies 

You give me rainbow 

Wether you are here or there 

You're always around 

And you're running from the playground 

I left my stamp to beacon you 

I thought that seeing you would 

Would be a forecast made for two 

I think I'm on to you 

I'm building this forcast made for two 

Fooled again 

Taken by surprise 

A ride that I'd left 

Trailing in time 

I've been taught well 

To sit and stay 

And now i'm begging to run away 

Get set 

The weatherman 

A strict position 

For taking my hand 

And then casting his fortune 

If I watch once more 

Will I weather the storm 

Or will I swing 

Back to my playground 

I left my stamp to beacon you 

I thought that seeing you would 

Would be a forcast made for two 

I think I'm on to you 

I'm building this forcast 

Building this forcast 

Building this forcast made for two