Looking back to another time
	When things were a bit more free
	Tapping into a memory
	Of a youth in the prime of a dream

	He never knew any solitary
	He didn't own many years
	Never knew that a heart could break
	Never had to lie

	Like the man in the moon
	Sittin' up high
	He didn't have to worry
	If the sun was gonna rise     

	Reminds me of an old one
	And a thing that he used to say
	He said "The sun shines on a smiling face,
	Even when the sky is grey."


	They called him
	Old Man Weather
	And he's still sittin' high
	And  Something's on the horizon
	Like a spark or twinkle in his eye

	So pack it in and pack it up
	There's a move and it's coming our way

	Movin' on and movin' out
	There's a storm in the kitchen today