So you’re leaving on a plane to somewhere So you’re going for a week to sort out your head So you’ve left me here to keep things going That’s an awful lot of empty space to myself Oh no, oh no In the silent moonlight, shapes move over the walls And it doesn’t seem right My weathervane, you turn on me again I just have to know, I just need it so My weathervane, turning every day I am at a loss, what becomes of us? So I guess you thought you had me measured I guess you thought you had me all figured out Why’d you have to go and say sorry? Why’d you have to say there’s nothing we can work out? Oh no, oh no In the silent moonlight, shapes move over the floor And it doesn’t feel right My weathervane, you turn on me again I just have to know, I just need it so My weathervane, turning every day I am at a loss, what becomes of us now?