One minute he feels blue
The next, five shades of gray
He’s unpredictable
Like stocks in Old Taipei.
He’s just like the weather
No telling when he’ll rain
He’ll hold it together
Until he bursts again.
Sure, he’s never certain
Whether to go or to stay
So unpredictable
Sorry for the delay.
He’s had enough sorrow
It’s time he’s moving on
He’ll be home tomorrow
The next day he’ll be gone.
He’s unpredictable
No telling what he’ll do
One minute he’s all gray
And then five shades of blue.
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