When Iâm down youâre always missingWhen Iâm fine you take your shareWhen things go bad youâre best forgottenI could think that you donât careWalking in circlesWeâre going nowhere now it seemsNothing is certainOf what becomes of you and meFair weather friend of mineFair weather friend of mineFair weather friend of mineYou know youâre no good for meIt all came home a week last SundayThings youâd said and things Iâd seenThat when I live a week of WednesdaysYou will be no good for meThereâs something missingAnd what it is is what I needIâm going searchingFor a friend whoâll never leave me