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
Oh weathervane
you turn on me again
I just have to know
I just need it so
Oh weathervane
turning every day
I am at a loss
What becomes of us
now
So I guess you thought you
had me measured
Yeah I guess you thought you
had me all figured out
Why’d you have to go
and say you’re sorry
Why’d you have to say there’s nothing
we can’t work out
Oh no
Oh no
In the silent moonlight
shapes move over the floor
And it doesn’t seem right
Oh weathervane
You turn on me again
I just have to know
I just need it so
Oh weathervane
Turning every day
I am at a loss
What becomes of us
now
Weathervane
My weathervane