So you’re leaving on a plane to somewhere So you’re going for a week to sort out your head So you’ve left me here to keep things going That’s an awful lot of empty space to myself Oh no Oh no In the silent moonlight Shapes move over the walls And it doesn’t seem right Oh weathervane you turn on me again I just have to know I just need it so Oh weathervane turning every day I am at a loss What becomes of us now So I guess you thought you had me measured Yeah I guess you thought you had me all figured out Why’d you have to go and say you’re sorry Why’d you have to say there’s nothing we can’t work out Oh no Oh no In the silent moonlight shapes move over the floor And it doesn’t seem right Oh weathervane You turn on me again I just have to know I just need it so Oh weathervane Turning every day I am at a loss What becomes of us now Weathervane My weathervane