All of the fortune-tellers say it's gonna be a long week, a long week.n'Cuz you got used to the upswing, nthe feeling of a winning streak.nnBut the clouds, the clouds of day bringnthis spot on the stage.nAnd look when the man is calling for a pouring.nnSo cry your eyes out pretty baby, nhold my hand and trot your tongue. nOh, it's been heavy round you lately,nand you'll feel lighter when you're done.nnAll of the hands on the clock saynthat it's getting late.nAnd you've been hanging around in the same old place.nnBut the clouds, the clouds of day bringnthis spot on the stage.nAnd look when the man is calling for a pouring.nnSo cry your eyes out pretty baby, nhold my hand and trot your tongue.nOh, it's been heavy round you lately,nand you'll feel lighter when you're done.nnThe lightning strikes every minute in this place, in this place, in this place.nAnd it would be a miracle if we get out of here unscathed.nnAll of the fortune-tellers say that it looks like rain.nnSo cry your eyes out pretty baby, nhold my hand and trot your tongue.nOh, it's been heavy round you lately,nand you'll feel lighter when you're done.