Vārdi: The Residents. The Weatherman.

I was watching Ivanhoe
When they said the tornado
Blew your big old house apart
Robert Taylor was the star

You never knew why I was blue
So I went to a movie after you
Spread out on your feather bed
With weather maps you never read

You said the east was freezing but
The clouds were insignificant
I never knew what made you speak
Of sleet between your satin sheets

You're always calling me
But I'm never needed
I'm needy
I'm needy
I'm needing a new home

A fall in Philadelphia
When you were much healthier
Obstructed your recovery
As yellow leaves fell from the trees