Sanoja: Innocence Mission. My Room in the Trees. All The Weather.

Now I want the sun,
to swing my feet, Washington Harbor.
Dogs may come around
and they won't care that I'm a stranger.
Oh, it's over.
Oh, it's over, all the weather
is gone.



First I let you down,
and then the streets were in a downpour
onto everything inside the state of Maryland.
And listen,
oh, it's over,
all the weather is gone.