The forecasts are miserable to gloomy, overcast to grim
The outlooks sadly bleak to gale force, cold hard rain and wind
If you could get a ticket to the place you wanna be
Where would you be now, girl?
Where would you be?
Deep depression looming over, pushing to the shore
Raining on the wooden faces, raining on the wooden floor
Sail out into nothing, way beyond the shiny sea
Where would you be now, girl?
Where would you be… girl?
Be… girl?
Where would you be?
The rain is gonna fall down on Perspiration Alley
The clouds will shed their tears upon the high and mighty
Fly a new horizon, to the dream you'll never leave
Where would you be now, girl?
Where would you be… girl?