Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy, Sometimes I think it`s hanging down on me. And it`s a hitchhike a hundred miles. I`m a rag-a-muffin child. Pointed finger-painted smile. I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they`re cloudy, They have no borders, no boundaries. They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell. Down from Berkeley to Carmel. Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine I haven`t seen you in a long time. Why don`t you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like floating questions, why? And they linger there to die. They don`t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
Cloudy, Cloudy.
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