Cloudy the sky is grey and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
And it's a hitch-hike a hundred miles
I'm a ragamuffin child
Pointed finger painted smile
I left my shadow waitin' 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 poems 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 or die
They don't know where they're going
And my friend neither do I
Cloudy Cloudy
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