One, two, three, four. Can you see a mother staring out through crystal lines A million days a million faces I despise I control and I am in a hole I'm at my bed(?) Rotting is a word not often used in jail You, I'm your weatherman You, I'm your weatherman Counting is fun till your counting holes in your head These are only words how could you be mislead You, I'm your weatherman You, Im your weatherman Ohh(You), I'm your weatherman (Who is my weatherman?) (Ooh) I'm your weatherman (Who is my weatherman)