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