Letra de Angels Singing

Gritting's a dying profession, they tell me The planet's heating up, they say I mean, I've read somewhere that there's a tarmac that can de-ice itself I'm not sure I wanna live in a world Were the B2116 doesn't need gritting as a rule I do the local pavements and footpaths before it gets dark Can't start on the roads too early Too much traffic about But sometimes, needs must When I have been out during the day I feel like some kind of seasonal hero On the narrower roads, the car's will queue for hours behind me And then one by one, they drive past Cheering from their window, beeping their horn Flashing their light, keeps me going it does It's always the trouble With loose links and chains You pick out the corners And scratch out the names And the truth of the matter It's always the same You dress for the Sun And down comes the rain So you dress for the rain And the Sun's out again And the angels are singing They're blowing the cobwebs away It's an old chain of familiar chores And their hearts are really in it today We ought to know better We all come unstuck And the best of us all Are still riding on luck It's as old as the weather The one thing you know You dress for the rain And the wind starts to blow So you brace for the wind And down comes the snow And the angels are singing They're blowing the cobwebs away It's an old chain of familiar chores And their hearts are really in it today Dress for the Sun Down comes the rain So you dress for the rain And And the Sun shines again And the Sun shines again And the Sun shines again As old as the weather It's always the same You dress for the Sun And down comes the rain