Cloudy The sky is gray and white
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
Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy
Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy