In a violent place
  we can call our country
  there's a mixed up man
  and I guess that's me.
  
  the sun's in the sky
  but the storm no seems to end.
  
  its a place of sorrow
  that we call it a home.
  
  in the darkest thoughts
  yeah, I guess thier my own
  there is welth in the bank
  but there is nothing sure inside.
  
  it's cloudy now (x3)
  it's getting cloudy now
  
  in a special place
  that I call my life
  my father is cruel and he lost his wife
  but I don't see either
  cause I live a cross the street
  
  it's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
  the man who drinks
  wants to drown with pain
  and I can't stop from dreaming
  of something else.
  
  it's cloudy now (x3)
  it's getting cloudy now...