Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think its hanging down on me.
And its a hitchhike a hundred miles.
Im 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 theyre 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 havent seen you in a long time.
Why dont 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 dont know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do i.

Cloudy,
Cloudy.