Cloudy The 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 I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy, They have borders, boundaries. They echo and they swell From tolstoy to tinker bell. Down from berkeley carmel. Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine I haven't you in a long time. Why don't you show your face and bend my These clouds stick to the sky Like questions, why? And they linger there to die. They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither i.