The sky is gray and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
And it's a hitchhike 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

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?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question, why?
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they are going
And, my friend, neither do I


Lyrics submitted by kevin

"Cloudy" as written by Bruce Woodley Paul Simon

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentA scoundrel or a scamp, I presume. I simply love the way he reads that line. It sounds so innnocent but mischievous. Really like the whole song, comes together just really well and all tinkly and pretty!
    starangelon May 03, 2005   Link

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