Cloudy The sky is grey and white and cloudy. Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me. It's hitch-hike a hundred miles. I'm a rag-a-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 borders no boundaries. They echo and they swell From Tolstoy 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're going and my friend neither do I.     Cloudy     Cloudy    Cloudy   Cloudy.