Cloudy 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 Pointed finger-painted smile. I left my shadow down the road for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy, have no borders, no They echo and they swell From tolstoy to tinker bell. Down from berkeley to carmel. Got some in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine I haven't seen in a long time. don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like floating questions, And they linger there to die. They don't know where are going, and, my friend, neither do i.