So you're leaving on a plane to somewhere So you're going for a week to sort out your head So you 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 never lost, 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 What you have to go and say your sorry What you have to say there's nothing we can 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 never lost, what becomes of us Now...
Oh weathervane, you turn on me again I just have to know, I just need it so Oh weathervane, turning every day I am never lost, what becomes of us