The Quarter-Search Forecast

[Verse] A quarter of the searches gone, The forecast flickered on the wall. We sat around the conference room And wondered who would take the fall. Somebody sold a shiny plan, Somebody drew a falling line. I asked, “Is that what happened yet?” They said, “It’s what we think in time.” [Chorus] A forecast isn’t weather, A headline isn’t rain. You can draw a cloud above me— I’ll check the windowpane. Keep your eyes upon the sky, But count the people passing by. [Verse] We penciled in a different year, And watched the actual numbers here. Some journeys changed, some answers stayed; We followed what the customers made. The line upon the slide looked neat; The world was messy on the street. [Final chorus] A forecast isn’t weather, A headline isn’t rain. Bring a coat and check the window— Then get back to work again.