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 raga-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 boreders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell 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 And they linger there to die They don`t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy