Intro :
Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and cloudy.
Sometimes I think it's hanging d own on m e.
It's h itch-hike a hundred m iles.
I'm a r ag-a-muffin c hild.
Pointed f inger painted s mile.
I l eft my shadow w aiting down the r oad for me a while.
C loudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy.
They have no borders no bo unda ries .
They e cho and they s well
From Tolst oy to Tinkerb ell
Down from B erkeley to Carm el.
Got some p ictures in my p ocket and a l ot of time to kill.
Hey S unshine
I haven't seen you in a l ong time.
Why don't you show your face and be nd m y mi nd?
These c louds stick to the s ky
Like a f loating question w hy?
And they l inger there to d ie.
They d on't know where they're g oing and my f riend neither do I.
Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy.