Forecast 42

Gather round Listen to my story A ride I thought I'd left far behind Some broken falls In a memory box Waits to be cashed in Waiting for my stocks to rise Still with the idea That you'd be mine Some other time Tap on the glass And watch the roller coaster Little screams heard from tiny You and I Race me around the playground Til I catch you Ready for the next go round On your mark A weatherman Coming or going Predicting sunny skies You give me stormy Whether you are wrong or right You are always crowned And I'm left back at the playground