Cloudy The sky is gray and and cloudy, Sometimes i think it's hanging down me. And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child. finger-painted smile. I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are and they're cloudy, They have no borders, no boundaries. They echo and they swell From tolstoy to bell. Down from berkeley to carmel. Got some pictures in 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, why? And linger there to die. They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither i.