When it's hot, hat is on.

Hide away from the rain.

Do you hear what they're saying?

I want to listen to the sun,

running on skies of blue

tasting grass between my feet.

Weatherman I turn you down,

there are things you can't forsee

how my life will ever be.

A storm may come filled with rain,

I don't mind running naked into the pain.

Because dark clouds are just a cover, carry on.

Clothes off, embracing the sun.

Men in suits I turn you down,

there are things you can't predict,

What's in the sun to seek.