He learns to read the weather When he was very young To never get it wrong, oh oh No need to ever get wet Or carry extra clothes Everything just so, oh oh Trying to control Everything Everything just so, oh oh If you know What the weather Will be like There's no danger You're in control In his pockets are pieces of paper Listing the questions he will ask The stories he will tell, oh oh So that when he meets her later The conversation won't run dry Everything just so, oh oh But that day For the first time In years He got it wrong The rain came down And all the ink on the paper in his pockets Ran into one He didn't know what to do He had to make it up And he remembered What getting wet Was like And it felt Completely Right If you know What the weather Will be like There's no danger You're in control Of your life "Yeah try that"