The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
And it's hitchhike a hundred miles.
I'm a rag-a-muffin child.
Wearing finger-painted smiles.
I left my shadow awaiting 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.
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 to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/simon_and_garfunkel/cloudy.html