Lyrics

There will be sunny days
There will be rainy days
There will be skies that’ll bring you down
Things beyond our command
Even for the weatherman
Sometimes the sun has its head in the clouds
You say you won’t get out of bed
One too many fair-weather friends
Blue skies, storm clouds
Rain sun, cool to warm
Life’s not a perfect storm
I know that you’ve had rain on your parade
A cold wind brought you to your knees
Just when you thought that you had it made
If you like I can stop and shoot the breeze
Life’s not a perfect storm
Would you like the skies to own?
A personal high-pressure zone
Just to see the sun everyday?
Nothing comes without a cost
Cloud nine the first thing lost
When every noon and night is the same
I know you’ll soon see clearing skies
If you just open your eyes
I know that you’ve had rain on your parade
A cold wind brought you to your knees
Just when you thought that you had it made
If you like I can stop and shoot the breeze
Life’s not a perfect storm
Written by: Carl William Schonbeck
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