Cloudy The sky gray and white and cloudy, Sometimes i think it's hanging down on me. it's a hitchhike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-muffin child. Pointed finger-painted smile. I left my shadow waiting down the road for a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy, have no borders, no boundaries. They echo and they 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 seen you in a long Why don't you show face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like floating questions, why? And they linger there to They don't where they are going, and, my friend, neither do i.