In the caving of a girl

Red velvet drapes around her head

One gray cloud behind the red

One black tree which seemed to be dead

The girl with the glance in her eyes

Looked over to a piece of the sky

Where the clouds in the shape of a face

Flew closer at a slow smooth pace

The face in the sky was a being

And it told her to look at the tree

It grew so high that if she could climb it

Could teach her to help me to find it

But the cloud didn't say what she'd find

So she glanced toward me with her eyes

She said it was me and I spoke of the tree

But I told her the cloud must have lied

Suddenly, surprised though expected

The thunder it crashed and the lightning went hand in hand

I said for what she thought was me said

For a phrase without an end

And then along with the cloud I left

Repeating this phrase until she forgot the rest

It was for the best

It was for the best

It was for the best