Weather man,
Up in the sky,
Do you float or do you fly?
Gold and grey - you look so strong,
Mighty,
But never there for long.

Weather man,
Towering tall,
A countenance to rule us all,
A slice of hope, a glimmer of heaven,
Angels inside,
Won’t you let down a rope?

Weather man,
In your bed of blue,
May I climb up and be with you?
Wish I could steal a little thunder,
And get out from under,
The might of your hand.

Weather man,
Do you cry?
Silver teardrops tumble by,
Bless us now with one more kiss,
Then strike me down,
As you turn the skies around.

When you remember this song,
I’ll be long gone,
But I’m not leaving you today.

You may shed a tear,
To find that I’m not here,
But I’m not leaving you today.

The hands of fate,
Have left me running late,
When I should be on my way.

And though in my heart,
I am ready to depart,
I’m not leaving you today,
I’m not leaving you today.

I’ve been steady as a rock,
Just sitting on the dock,
So I’m not leaving you today.

Well I know that I will cry,
When it’s time to say goodbye,
But I’m not leaving you today.

So please don’t fear,
As the day draws near,
We’ll watch the tide roll away.

For there will always be a spark,
However far apart,
And I’m not leaving you today,
I’m not leaving you today,
I’m not leaving you today.

I’m not leaving you,
I’m not leaving you,
I’m not leaving you today.

There I go,
Saying no,
When I wish I could stay,
Why so slow?
Guess I know,
That it's going that way,
With so many boys and girls to keep me company,
I may play til break of day,
But one thing I still see.

That sweet smile,
All the while,
Hasn’t faded a touch,
And that laugh,
Somewhat daft,
Is still never too much.

Anyway,
I always say,
At the end of the day,
It’s time to get pretty in pink,
Before we put it to bed,
Let’s have another drink.

I’ve seen shots and I’ve seen stars,
And I’ve seen hurricanes,
But despite these dizzy heights,
One thing remains the same.

That sweet smile,
All the while,
Hasn’t faded a touch,
And that laugh,
Somewhat daft,
Is still never too much.

Anyway,
I always say,
At the end of the day,
It’s time to get pretty in pink,
Before we put it to bed,
Let’s have another,
Oh honey -
How about another?
Put it to bed,
Let’s have another drink.

First light in Mendoza,
I felt a little closer,
When I called you on a telephone card,
I was danced off my feet,
I had nowhere to sleep,
The pisco had left me off guard.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.

I was lost with the lingo,
Well, call me a gringo,
Sin encanto por señoritas,
The quiet of dawn,
Had me feeling forlorn,
Somewhere they were playing guitars.

And the tears fell like rain,
Rolling across the plain,
Wind calling your name,
In the Plaza Independencia,
At the sunrise you were there,
In the breeze I swear,
I could see your hair,
Floating across the square.