Cloudy, the sky is gray and white and
Cloudy, sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
And it's hitchhiked a hundred miles
I'm a ragamuffin 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 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?
Destined to the sky
Like a floating question, why?
They linger there to die
They don't know where they are going and my friend, neither do I

Cloudy...