Close the door

Close the door, close it tight
It’s not right
The weather’s not right
Not tonight
To fly a kite
There’s a storm brewing
And I’m not sure
Not sure what I’m doing
Strange as that may seem
Like thoughts in a dream
That keeps getting stranger by the minute
Like water only gets cold when you’re in it
Close the door, close it tight
It’s not right
The weather’s not right
Not tonight
To fly a kite
There’s a storm brewing
And I’m not sure
Not sure what I’m doing
But I do know
I know that it’s not right
Something’s not right
Not right tonight
It’s not right
The weather’s not right
Not tonight
To fly a kite
There’s a storm brewing
And I’m not sure
Not sure what I’m doing
So close the door, close it tight
Because something isn’t right
Tonight