I found myself perched up on the roof
Balanced on a weather vane
If in the darkening distance should come
The howling wind and rain
I’ll be the first to know
Which way the wind may blow
And if when it hits, I should slip
And start to to tumble down
I hope that you’d come between me
And the cold hard ground
Just like a ship left all to the wind
We slowly did drift
Like me and George, Valley Forge
Thanks for the lift
I’ll be the first to know
Which way the wind may blow
And if when it hits, I should slip
And start to to tumble down
I hope that you’d come between me
And the cold hard ground