Cloudy
   The sky is grey and white and
   Cloudy
   Sometimes I think it's hangin' 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
   The echo and the swell
   From Tolstoi 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...
   Cloudy...
   Cloudy...
   Cloudy...