Cloudy

The sky is grey and white and cloudy

Sometimes I think it's hangin' down on me

It's a hitchhike a hundred miles

I'm a ragamuffin child

Pointed finger, painted smile

I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while

Cloudy

My thoughts are scattered, and they're cloudy

They have no borders, no boundary

They echo, and they swell

From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell

Down from Berkeley to Carmel

Got some poems in my pocket and a lot of time to kill

Oh, sunshine

I haven't seen you in a long time

Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?

These clouds stick to the sky

Like floating questions why

And they linger there or die

They don't know where they're goin', and my friend, neither do I

Oh, cloudy

Cloudy

Cloudy