.
Cloudy
Cloudy
The sky is gray & white & cloudy,
Sometimes i think it's hanging down on 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 road 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 carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket & a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why don't you show your face & bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do i.
Cloudy,
Cloudy.
