Harold walks down any street in this town 

both crier and witness 

the sun drops the clouds shift 

his legs twitch

the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies and dime stores

in bar rooms he sits alone erupting



in his head it's like the weather (3 times)

back and forth it's like the weather (3 times)

when it rains it pours down



Weatherman, do you feel? Do you feel?

Is it stormy inside of your veins?