Cloudy

Cloudy -- the sky is grey and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitch-hike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' 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 Tinkerbell Down from Berkley to Carmell Got some poems 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 a floating question why And they linger there or die They don't know where they're going And, my friend, neither do I Cloudy