Cloudy,
The sky is grey and white and cloudy.
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
It's hitch-hike 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 and they're cloudy
They have no borders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of
time to kill
Hey, 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 a floating question, why?
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going, and,
my friend, neither do I
Cloudy, Cloudy, Cloudy, Cloudy.