Cloudy The sky is gray and white and 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 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 floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die. They don´t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.