I found myself perched up on the roof Balanced on a weather vane If in the darkening distance should come The howling wind and rain I'll be the first to know Which way the wind will blow If when it hits, i should slip And start to tumble down I hope you'll come between me And the cold hard ground And like a ship left off to the wind We slowly did drift Like me and George, Valley Forge Thanks for the lift And i'll let you know Which way the wind will blow If when it hits, i should slip And start to tumble down I hope you'll come between me And the cold hard ground