Weather: Perfectly Clear - Fastbacks

It took off into space from this terrible place

Won’t be 'round for a year

The instructions, they said, had been numbered instead:

'WEATHER: PERFECTLY CLEAR'

'Plot: uninspired'

Bored, I got tired

I won’t pretend that I stayed 'till the end

Now they won’t return my call

They won’t speak to me at all now

They won’t return my call

It was Sunday again at a quarter to ten

He’d stepped out for a beer

While walking home in the rain all alone

Weather perfectly clear