Every day when morning comes she checks the weather Every day there's little hope that it gets better So she goes out to the street Lets the rain meet her skin again When they shower her with love she just feels pressure Cause she knows that they all want her to get better So she staggers to her feet Let the tears stain her cheeks again She checks the weather Day on the tray she puts her face on A little blush alone can hush up most the questions And she knows she'll carry on But the days feel so long And as she walks she starts to notice all the faces Surely some of them like her are only fading The preacher on the street screams out Truth won't betray you The lies will So she checks the weather She checks the weather Every night that she gets in bed No longer tempered in her head It's so brutal all this keeping it together At her window there's a breeze, what's worse tomorrow might be But then again it probably will get wet She'll check the weather I’ll check the weather I’ll check the weather