Prentending to act so serene On your so called submissive knees A shopping list of begging pleas Adds to your complacencies
As soon as the sun don't shine your way And you're saving it all up that rainy day It's a matter of time before you get down 'n' pray
Fair weather faith - protect me from the storm Fair weather faith - gonna right all my wrongs Fair weather faith - you know i'm doing alright Fair weather faith - out of mind, out of sight
Well I wonder if the man upstairs Will bother to lend an ear If you took the time to share Another one of your puppet prayers
I ain't talkin' 'bout the weather
WAITING FOR THE PUNCHLINE (2nd part of the song)
you might say hey, i lost my sense of humor i'm quite surprised i didn't lose it sooner why waste your breath on anything less then talk so trivial as a man who ran out of material
[chorus:] why did the chicken go across the road to get to the other side i'm still waiting for the punchline whoever said the grass always grows greener on the other lied i'm still waiting for the punchline
the good ol' days i was known to wear a smile like all good things they've gone out of style i will admit, usually a quick wit i found bemusing what used to be, no longer are amusing
[chorus:]
it's nothing that you said, no nothing that you did must have been a bad joke, that's gone over my head what me worry, another tragedy the latter plus time, equals comedy