Cloudy — текст песни (Simon and Garfunkel)

Cloudy
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.

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?
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.

Cloudy,
Cloudy.