Weekend Weather

[Verse 1] Weekend weather changes before the first chord rings. Every window holds a different piece of night. I keep my hands steady and listen for the change. [Pre-Chorus] We play through the rain and let the room decide. I hear the answer underneath the moving air. [Chorus] Weekend Weather, stay with me through the turning. Weekend Weather, say the thing the dark could not erase. Turn the hard minute into something we can hold. We will know the way by how the last word lands. [Verse 2] The hour moves forward, leaving room around the truth. I meet it without hurry, without dressing it in gold. What was only distance becomes a road beneath us. What was only silence finds a voice and finds a home. [Bridge] No borrowed thunder, no convenient ending. Only breath, only ground, only one clear name. [Final Chorus] Weekend Weather, stay with me through the turning. Turn the hard minute into something we can hold. We will know the way by how the last word lands.