Cloudy - The Seekers

Cloudy -- the sky is grey and white and cloudy

Sometimes I think it’s hanging 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

They echo and they swell

From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell

Down from Berkley to Carmell

Got some poems 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 or die

They don’t know where they’re going

And, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy