Cloudy

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 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 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?"
 They linger there to die
 They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I
 Cloudy
 
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