The Weatherman
Gregory Alan Isakov
Wake up, it's morning
Wake up, my darling
Wake up and see for yourself
You were woven in patchwork
Clouded and hazed
In your past like a lover can be
Honey, it's alright to be
Alone
Despite all our shuffling
Our train wreck a-talking
Despite all our outfield saves
Treading water
The sea was your daughter
But now she's gone
Gone
It's alright
Honey, it's alright
It's alright to be alone
Honey, it's alright
Honey, it's alright
To be amongst the rubble and stone
