Weather Report

You could find you're living up town You could find your down in the ghetto Or you could find you're out on the street Standing by the side Thumbing for a ride Feeling empty on your feet Read my palm is there a premonition? Weather-man are you predicting rain? Are there more storms on the horizon? Brewing just for me Out on the sea Then sweeping 'cross the plains About this time the rain begins to fall I can feel the rumble of the thunder Out in the field my mind begins to stall Can you tell me what it means I live inside a dream Can you help me here at all? You might find me living in the woods You might find me sitting by the window Or you might find me in a Cadillac Pedal to the floor Fake panels in the door Never to come back