Forecast (Calls for Pain) Songtext
von Robert Cray

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 turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain

We stayed up all night talking
She′s grown restless, she confessed
She said that there's no one new
But deep down I know that's next, yes it is

And the forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby′s turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain


She says she′s tried and she's tried, yes she has
Slowly the darkness light, I can see
Deep down inside she′s changing
Forecast calls for pain
Forecast calls for pain
Forecast calls for pain

I can hear bolts and thunder
I can feel the chill run up my spine, yeah
I see the love breathing for her
And I know that I'm on borrowed time, yes I am

And the forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
Somebody have mercy
My baby′s turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast, yeah

Early this morning


It′s gonna rain some
The clouds are covering up the sky
Starting to feel the pain
Early this morning
Why did I get up early this morning?
Need some whiskey in my cup early this morning
Where? She's gone, gone
And it's raining, it′s raining

I can share the pain
Early this morning
Starting to rain some

Oh, oh yes
Starting to feel the pain
Well, my baby′s turning cold
And the forecast

Thank you so much
Thank you so very much

Once again, thank you so very much for
Coming out, sharing some time with us

Dover "White Cliffs" Weinberg on the organ, also known as Johnny D
Les Falconer on the drums
Richard Cousins on the bass guitar