Herold Weathervein

<br>Harold walks down any street in this town <br>both crier and witness <br>the sun drops the clouds shift <br>his legs twitch<br>the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies and dime stores<br>in bar rooms he sits alone erupting<br><br>in his head it`s like the weather (3 times)<br>back and forth it`s like the weather (3 times)<br>when it rains it pours down<br><br>Weatherman, do you feel? Do you feel?<br>Is it stormy inside of your veins?