The Forecast (Calls For Pain) [feat. The Memphis Horns]

Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky And the forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain My baby's turnin' cold And the forecast calls for pain We stayed up all night talkin' She's grown restless She confessed She said there's no one new But deep down I know that's next The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain My baby's turnin' cold And the forecast calls for pain She says She's tried and tried Yes she has But slowly our love has died I can see That deep down inside She's changed The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain Yeah, yeaheaheah, yeah (guitar solo) I hear approachin' thunder I can feel a chill run up my spine I've seen love freeze before And I know that I'm on borrowed time The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain Yeah, yeah, yeah My baby's turnin' cold And the forecast calls for pain Yeah I can hear the thunder I can see the lightnin' Mmm I feel the pain Ooh Oh, it's gonna rain Clouds coverin' up the sky Whoo Sad and lonely Yeah All alone I'll get pneumonia Oh I feel the pain Ohh I feel the pain (end)