The Weatherman
Who
Who am I
Who am I to let myself cry
When doubt rains down from the clouds in the sky
Who am I to let these doubts reflect in my eye
What
What am I
What am I when I let myself cry
Am I a bird, not able to fly past those clouds up so high
What am I to not have wings able to fly
When
When am I
When am I going to let myself cry
When the storm becomes a tornado, always nearby
When am I going to let the storm rain it’s heavy supply
Where
Where am I
Where am I when I let myself cry
Where some are swimming, but I drown and die
Where am I after I tell those others goodbye
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