(My) Weathernvane

So you’re leaving on a plane to somewhere
So you’re going for a week to sort out your head
So you’ve left me here to keep things going
That’s an awful lot of empty space to myself

Oh no, oh no
In the silent moonlight, shapes move over the walls
And it doesn’t seem right

My weathervane, you turn on me again
I just have to know, I just need it so
My weathervane, turning every day
I am at a loss, what becomes of us?

So I guess you thought you had me measured
I guess you thought you had me all figured out
Why’d you have to go and say sorry?
Why’d you have to say there’s nothing we can work out?

Oh no, oh no
In the silent moonlight, shapes move over the floor
And it doesn’t feel right

My weathervane, you turn on me again
I just have to know, I just need it so
My weathervane, turning every day
I am at a loss, what becomes of us now?