Strange Weather

(...)
The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For i never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,

Is best measured when its down.
And i never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world strangers talk only about the weather. all over the world
it's the same
(...)

Tom Waits, Strange Weather