Stratosphere Farmer

Stole into town like a thief in the night
"For Sale" sign was gone
come the first morning light
Now he lives next door
Where he's changing the world
He's slightly disturbed, hardly says a word
He's a stratosphere farmer
The sky is his garden
Rainbows and stardust
Are the forces he harvests
He's a man with the means
To make a storm from a breeze
Turns the sunshine to rain
With his weather machine
Sure looks like rain, think I know why
Clouds lookin’ strange in the range of his eye
He fiddles with gauges and diddles with dials
And the weather changes after a while
On the darkest of nights, he alters the sky
With his black metal gun and its cycloptic eye
As the daylight dies in its sinister flames
The wizard next door aims his gun into space