| I hear the whole East Coast is socked in | 
| By a strong Northeaster’s | 
| And it doesn’t look like it’s gonna end real soon | 
| You’ve been stuck up there in the mountains | 
| While I been swannin' around the West Coast | 
| But I’ll swear I’m gonna make it back there soon, yeah | 
| And if it ever stops rainin' | 
| If the sun ever breaks through and shines down from on high | 
| I’ll do all those things, I keep complainin' that I’m not doin' | 
| And I’ll put my arms around you under the blue blue sky | 
| Blue blue sky, blue blue sky | 
| Well, the bus stops and the stations are all empty | 
| The cab driver says my plane’s delayed | 
| But I’ll give him a tip to button his lip and get me to the airport | 
| And I’ll pay the pilot extra to get me on my way | 
| And if it ever stops rainin' | 
| If the sun ever breaks through and shines down from on high | 
| I’ll do all those things, you keep complainin' that I’m not doin' | 
| And we’ll walk outside together under the blue blue sky | 
| Blue blue sky | 
| So have patience, dear, have patience | 
| I’m not making excuses | 
| I hear the driveway got washed out | 
| And the basement’s sprung a leak | 
| Yeah, the fence posts are collapsing | 
| And the stream has blown its sluices | 
| But I’m coming back tomorrow | 
| Or at least some time next week | 
| And if it ever stops rainin' | 
| If the sun ever breaks through and shines down from on high | 
| I’ll do all those things, I keep complainin' that I’m not doin' | 
| And I’ll put my arms around you, yeah, I’ll put my arms around you | 
| Yeah, I’ll put my arms around you under the blue blue sky | 
| Blue blue sky | 
| If it ever stops rainin', blue blue sky | 
| If it ever stops rainin', blue blue sky | 
| Blue blue sky, blue blue sky |