the worst of me

not a lot to think about
i seem so light and easy
but suddenly the clouds roll in
and feeling kind of queasy
i run and close the windows of my soul
but just can't win
the winds are blowing up now
and the thunder's rolling in

and suddenly it's raining down
we'll have to wait it through
you try to keep your sunny side
but rain can make you blue
it beats upon this old tin roof
we're stuck inside together
you've slept right though this scene before
and understand my weather

pretty soon the rains let up
and skies begin to clear
the sunset's red and orange haze
means better days are near
we all have nasty weather
inner conficts you can't see
and when those storms come, brother
you can weather the worst of me.