Listening for the Weather

Admittedly, mere acceptance of other’s predicaments provides no significant improvements within oneself aside from temporary comfort and thus, a change of perceptions might be needed to fully experience an uplifting of melancholy. Despite the exploitation of the following concept, so much that it is now a 21st century cliché; I find the appointment of minor goals to precede major ones very effective in successfully defeating despair.

Popularly termed as baby steps, it encourages the directing attention to the simple pleasures in the present, instead of dwelling in the past, no matter how hard it clings, or fearing of the future, no matter how much it threatens.

I can only assume this is one of the many possible implications that this song advocates. Enjoy!

So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere

All the people that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today

And this busy inner city
Has got nothing much to say
And I know how much you're hanging round the letterbox
And I'm sure that as I'm writing
You'll be somewhere on your way
In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant

I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
Yes I'm coming home today

I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change