Cloudy

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 Tolstoi to Tinkerbell, 
Down from Berkeley to Carmel, 
I 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