Bic Runga - Listening for the weather

So, I'^Bbm listening for the ^Fweather, To pre^Gmdict the coming^Dm day. Leave ^D#all thought of expec^Bbtation to the ^Fweatherman No it ^Bbdoesn't really ^Fmatter What i^Gmt is he has to ^Dmsay, 'Cause^D# tomorrow's keep on ^Bbblowing in fro^Fm somewhere

All th^D#e people that I know In the^Dm apartments down below, Busy w^Gmith their starring r^Doles in their own ^Ctragedies.

^D#Sunlight sends you on your ^Bbway, And those restless ^D#thoughts that cling to ^Bbyesterday. Never ^Dmbe afraid of ^Gmchange. I'll c^D#all you on the phone. I hate to ^Dmleave you on your own, But I'm ^D#coming home ^Ftoday.

And th^Bbis busy inner ^Fcity Has go^Gmt nothing much to ^Dmsay, And I ^D#know how much you're ^Bbhanging 'round the ^Fletterbox And I'm ^Bbsure that as I'm ^Fwriting, You'll be ^Gmsomewhere on your ^Dmway, In a ^D#supermarket ^Bbcheckout or a ^Frestaurant.

I've been ^D#doing what I'm told. I've been ^Dmbusy growing old, And the ^Gmdays are getting ^Dcold, but that's ^Calright with me.

^D#Sunlight sends you on your ^Bbway, And those restless ^D#thoughts that cling to ^Bbyesterday. Never ^Dmbe afraid of ^Gmchange. I'll ^D#call you on the phone. I hate to ^Dmleave you on your own, But I'^D#m coming home ^Ftoday.

I've been ^D#doing what I'm told. I've been ^Dmbusy growing old, And the ^Gmdays are getting ^Dcold, but that's ^Calright with me.

^D#Sunlight sends you on your ^Bbway, And those restless ^D#thoughts that cling to ^Bbyesterday. Never ^Dmbe afraid of ^Gmchange.