Talk of the Weather

Even if I run as far away as I can
And I don’t suspect anybody’s influence in this
Except mine, yours and someone else’s, oh This weather seems to follow me With every move I make
The problem I find is undeserving eyes
Seeing things they never should have seen
So I’ll draw a line for me to stand behind
And show you just how much this means to me This weather seems to follow me With every move I make
And with every step, the wind at my back
Chaining it to me