Forecast 42 - Jakalope

Gather round
Listen to my story
A ride I thought I'd left far behind
Some broken falls in a memory box
Waits to be cashed in
Waiting for my stock to rise
Still with the idea
That you'd be mine some other time
Tap on the glass and watch the roller coaster
Little screams heard from tiny you and I
Race me around the playground
'Til I catch you
Ready for the next go round
On your mark
A weatherman
Coming or going
Predicting sunny skies you give me stormy
Whether you are wrong or right
You are always crowned
And I'm left back at the playground
I left my stamp to beacon you
I thought that seeing you
Would be a forecast
Made for two
The weatherman
Always watching
Predicting sunny skies you give me rainbow
Whether you are here or there
You're always around
And you're running from the playground
I left my stamp to beacon you
I thought that seeing you
Would be a forecast made for two
I think I'm on to you
I'm building this forecast
Made for two
Fooled again
Taken by surprise
A ride that I thought I'd left trailing in time
I've been taught well to sit and stay
And now I'm begging to run away
Get set
The weatherman
A strict position
For taking my hand and then casting his fortune
If I watch once more will I weather the storm
Or will I swing back to my playground
I left my stamp to beacon you
I thought that seeing you
Would be a forecast made for two
I think I'm on to you
I'm building this forecast
Building this forecast
Building this forecast
Made for two
Forecast 42
Jakalope