FAIR-WEATHER MAN

I'm always out... I'm never home
I have a million friends
The number changes like the wind
I guess that it depends
On if the sun is shining
Of if there will be snow
They call me a fair weather man
'Cause when it rains, I go
Where I can take some comfort;
I hate a stormy port,
Should thunderclouds roll into town
Or weather men report
That there might be a shower,
I just can't take the risk,
So do not get your hopes up
Don't stand and start to tsk

I'm giving you fair warning,
I'm not a stable guy
I've been that way since I was ten
I really don't care why

And do not try and change me
I tell you in advance
Though I fill up your dance card
I'm gone by the last dance

I hit the road and don't slow down
Until it's dry and warm
Though should the push come to the shove
A port in any storm
Will always be my landing
I know just when to park
Yeah I'm set up when sundown comes
I don't work after dark

You make not like my standards
But there are those who do
For every girl who sneers at me
I meet another two
Who will do as I ask them
In fact, they will do more
A fair-weather cad, who spends a buck
Is perfect for a whore

I have a million critics
I count them with one hand
I never stick around long enough
To hear their reprimands

I'm always out but now and then
The guilt begins to tap
I never let it poke clear through
I simply take a nap

I sleep right through my troubles
I wait till break of day
And should the rain begin to fall
I simply run away

The trick is to keep moving
Don't let them tie you down
Amazing Grace, if I'm not lost
I never can be found.