Cloudy - The Cyrkle

作曲：P Simon/B Woodley

Cloudy the sky is gray and white and cloudy

Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me

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

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

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 floating questions why

And they linger there or die

They don't know where they going

And my friend neither do I

Cloudy cloudy

Cloudy