Weatherman

Rolling down the window of the driver's seat Looking for a place to breathe Knowing where I'm at and where I'm meant to be Tryna close the space between But you're just right, not enough Look around you're missing all the good stuff Small town, big shot Four kids hanging in a parking lot Tryna know better than Counting on the weatherman Thoughts can take you on a ride I'm a satellite, you're a starry night And I'm just tryna stay between the lines Your own advice, own advice, yeah, you're Just right, not enough Look around you're missing all the good stuff Small town, big shot Four kids hanging in a parking lot Tryna know better than Just counting on the weatherman Counting on the weatherman Counting on the weatherman Talking 'bout summertime Hanging on sidelines Steady on landslides Over once you realized You were just right You were just right You were just right