The Forecast (Calls For Pain) - The Robert Cray Band, 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

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 says there’s no one new

But deep down I know that’s next

She says she tried and tried yes she has

But slowly her 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, yeah, yeah

I can hear approaching thunder

I can feel chills run up my spine

I’ve seen love freeze before

And I know I’m on borrowed time

I can feel the thunder

I can see the lightning

I can feel the pain

Oh, it’s gonna rain