At the end of a long, long line
They all agree that the weather is fine
But outside you see the stormy cloud
Hold your tongue, don’t say it out loud
You wouldn’t want to be the cause of division
Don’t want to end up in a social prison
You cross your fingers and you say
It's a beautiful day it's a beautiful day

Don’t want to make any waves
You got to go along, to get along
Don’t want to crash any raves
You got to go along, to get along

The Doctor says you got a classic condition
You always end up in an awkward position
Don’t want to be the isolated creep
So, when the argument starts getting deep
Let’s talk about the weather

Do your makeup well, to hide the scar
Don’t let them know exactly who you are
And when the people try to pry at you
Here’s some advice. This is what you do
Just talk about the weather