Cloudy

Bruce Woodley, Tom Dawes

[Verse 1]
Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hangin' down on me
It's a hitchhike, a hundred miles
I'm a ragamuffin child
Pointed finger, painted smile
I left my shadow waitin' down the road from me awhile

[Verse 2]
Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered, and they’re cloudy
The have no borders, no boundary
They echo, and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some poems in my pocket and a lot of time to kill

[Verse 3]
Oh, sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why won'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’re goin', and my friend, neither do I

[Outro]
Oh, cloudy (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Cloudy (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Cloudy (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

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