Weather App

Check the windows, check the lottery
Check your ego at the door
Ain't no movie, ain't no prophecy
Nobody's keeping any score

You been staring at your weather app
Like tornados are a game
You better hand me down my walking cap
'Cause I'm about to make it rain

Thebuddhathebuddhathebuddha

Check the radio, check the old blues
They ain't playing for no charts
Grubbing worms below the surface
Scraping nails across your heart

You draw the line at your fingertips
You hold poets in regard
You kiss the moon and it's permanent
You wrote voltas for the Bard