Cloudy The sky is gray and white cloudy, Sometimes i think it's hanging down me. And 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 for me a while.
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered they're cloudy, They have no borders, no boundaries. They echo they swell From tolstoy to tinker bell. Down from berkeley to Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time kill.
Hey sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time. Why don't you show your face and bend my These clouds stick to the Like floating questions, why? And they linger there to die. They don't where they are going, and, my friend, neither do i.