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 stocks 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   Would be a forecast made for two      The weatherman   Always watching   Predicting stormy skies   You give me rainbow   Wether 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   Would be a forecast made for two   I think I'm on to you   I'm building this forcast made for two      Fooled again   Taken by surprise   A ride that 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   Would be a forcast made for two   I think I'm on to you   I'm building this forcast   Building this forcast   Building this forcast made for two