Cloudy The sky is and white and cloudy, Sometimes i think it's hanging down on me. And it's hitchhike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child. Pointed finger-painted smile. I left my shadow waiting down the for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are and they're cloudy, They have no borders, no boundaries. They and they swell From tolstoy to tinker bell. Down from berkeley to carmel. 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 mind? These clouds to the sky Like floating questions, why? And they linger to die. They don't know where they are and, my friend, neither do i.