can't predict the weather past the storm (The weather past the storm) And there's mornings where I wake up quick And my head it dreams and my stomach's
isn't it beautiful Not really here And really not there Woahwoah, woah, Woahwoah, woah It's not the end of the world It's not the end of the world It's
glass Dear Jack, Dear Jack, Dear Jack, Dear Hope Attach it to the end of your rope A rope that wove ambition in with sorrow Distancing tomorrow, tomorrow's come and past. Dear Jack, Dear Jack