Weather: Perfectly Clear Songtext

It took off into space from this terrible place Won?t be ?round for a year The instructions, they said, had been numbered instead: ?WEATHER: PERFECTLY CLEAR? ?Plot: uninspired? Bored, I got tired I won?t pretend that I stayed ?till the end Now they won?t return my call They won?t speak to me at all now They won?t return my call It was Sunday again at a quarter to ten He?d stepped out for a beer While walking home in the rain all alone Weather perfectly clear