I am the weathervane I never said anything strange But those in storms who lost their way Seem to give me all their blame Oh well Like the gallows Or the weapons Or the red nose Or the rose with the thorn How I lost those days So I started pointing my own way Not the way the wind came I brought a spring without rain But unlike blame received no praise Oh well Like the teacher The good mother Or the writer Or the bough for the bird How I made those days Oh I won't lie I'd take my word for it now Oh I won't like I'd take my word for it I'd take my word for it now So look up to me before the sun If you dare to know what's to come I'll give you what's given me Of news from far and in between Clouds that hear the unheard Storms with face, arms, and words It's enough to make you say Oh my god