Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy, Sometimes i it's hanging down on me. And it's a a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child. Pointed finger-painted smile. left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy, They no borders, no boundaries. They echo and they swell From to tinker bell. Down from berkeley to carmel. Got some pictures in my pocket and lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine haven't seen you in a long time. Why don't you show your face and bend my These clouds stick to the sky Like floating questions, why? And linger there to die. They don't know they are going, and, my friend, neither do i.