North Main Street by Tom Slack
The weather is the weather.
There's no way I can change it.
There's no way I can change it.
It wastes all my time
When I try to rearrange it.
When I try to rearrange it.
The focus on the gray
Keeps me from seeing pretty reds.
Keeps me from seeing pretty reds.
The weather's just the weather
So I'll worry about myself instead.
So I'll worry about myself instead.
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