Watches the Clouds Roll By

The clover still glistens with morning dew His feet are all wet in his old leather shoes He's been fixin' the fence since early this morn Now its time for a coffee back home Its a beautiful day with plenty to do All is the same and everythings new He takes off his cap, looks up through the sky And watches the clouds roll by Her shift has just ended at the all night cafe She takes off her apron and calls it a day Ill see you tomorrow, its time to go home Then she steps out the back door alone On a Teusday night in the middle of June She stops at the roadside to gaze at the moon Hears off in the distance a whiporwoll cry And watches the clouds roll by His textbooks are covered with things that he draws While the teacher expounds about natural laws He's trying to wipe off all the blue on his hand From the ink of the pen that he broke In the last thirty minutes the words that were said Never quite seemed to make it inside of his head So he looks at the window and lets his dream fly And watches the clouds roll by Nothing remains in this world forever We are all just passing by Sharing our time for a few precious moments Then we move on like the clouds in the sky He brushes the leaves off an old mossy stone Then spends a few moments with an old friend alone Sits down on the stump of an old cyrpus tree And cleans out the bowl of his pipe Shadows are rushin' through feilds that lie bare Theres so many stories, but no-one to share He takes off his hat, looks up through the sky And watches the clouds roll by