Harold walks down any street in this town both crier and witness the sun drops the clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies and dime stores in bar rooms he sits alone erupting in his head it's like the weather (3 times) back and forth it's like the weather (3 times) when it rains it pours down Weatherman, do you feel? Do you feel? Is it stormy inside of your veins?