Where you'll be, I'll be from
In a while, (it will) rain up, back into clouds
Where it first plotted its escape
We will take this time to strip down to our linens
And plot out excuses for not going inside

And the skies won’t believe what they say
Forecast talks anything of how we’ll all stay the same
With what they’ll stay for (we can’t get) out anyway
With what they’ll stay for there’s no way out anyway

I wonder now what they’ll say (“No way, no way!”)
People, keep the horses at bay ("Okay, okay!")

You’ll say “don’t ever fall down”