August afternoon and the air's aflame

softly on the breeze, thought I heard your name

this morning I'd have thought

that it looked like rain

but these clouds have ways of playing games

whether you are weather like

clouds appear and clouds roll by

but if you stay within my sight,

fall in love I just might

yesterday you touched me and I felt the flame

but now the spark's gone out

and it's cold again

this morning I'd have thought 

that it looked like rain

but you've got your ways 

oh of playing games