The weather moves in its own way
And, Lord knows, it wasn't meant to stay
But be free flowing and in motion
Like some kind of locomotion
And all I can do is just agree
Consent to It using me
To achieve its own aim
This life is free 
But it's not a game
Not cheap to buy 
Or sell the ticket
Neither calm 
Nor there to trick it
But only abiding in one way
I love you and that's what it says