Lyrics

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