Cloudy

Cloudy, the sky is gray and white and

Cloudy, sometimes I think it's hanging down on me

And it's hitchhiked a hundred miles

I'm a ragamuffin 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?

Destined to the sky

Like a floating question, why?

They linger there to die

They don't know where they are going and my friend, neither do I

Cloudy

Cloudy...