[Intro] [Heart] We're gonna do an old one. At least... it feels old. [Crowd quiets] Don't clap yet. Just listen. [Acoustic guitar begins a slow 6/8 pattern] [Verse 1] He kept the radio low by the bed Weather man talking inside his head Cloud on the ridge Wind at the pane Every gray morning looked like rain He knew every front Knew every sign Knew when the pressure was starting to climb Spent half his life Watching the sky Never once asking what he was waiting to find [Pre-Chorus] Some folks watch clouds 'cause clouds are beautiful Some folks watch clouds 'cause they don't trust blue Same little window Different reason Same old sky looking back at you [Chorus] The forecast was never the weather Never the rain Never the cold It was a man trying to know what was coming Before anything could take hold The forecast was never the weather Sky didn't promise a thing Some days are simply clear And you don't have to earn the spring [Verse 2] He checked that radio three times a day Like knowing the storm could keep storms away Read every cloud Like words in a book Forgot sometimes you can just go look Rain came down like rain always does Roof held fine House barely moved Funny how years spent bracing for trouble Built something strong enough to move through it [Fiddle enters softly] [Pre-Chorus] Some storms arrive Some pass overhead Some only live where fear gets fed Hardest thing he ever learned Wasn't how to prepare It was how to stop preparing When nothing was there [Chorus] The forecast was never the weather Never the rain Never the cold It was a man trying to know what was coming Before anything could take hold The forecast was never the weather Sky didn't promise a thing Some days are simply clear And you don't have to earn the spring [Bridge] [Band fades until mostly voice] [Heart] I still look up. [Pause] Old habits don't disappear just because you finally understand them. [Acoustic guitar returns] But now... gray can just be gray. Wind can just be wind. A quiet day doesn't have to be the silence before something begins. [Long pause] Sometimes... nothing bad is on its way. [Fiddle answers] [Final Chorus] The forecast was never the weather Never the rain Never the cold It was me trying to know what was coming— [Heart catches himself] ... There it is. [Room completely silent] [Heart continues] Before anything could take hold The forecast was never the weather And maybe that's finally enough Some days are simply clear Some days... the sky is just the sky above us [Outro] [Only acoustic guitar] [Heart] Radio's off now. Window's still there. [Looks toward crowd] Funny. Sky never asked me to trust it. [Final chord left unresolved]
