Cloudy People

The birds in my neighborhood never had it so good
They’re dreaming of another world frozen into
A seed in the sky and they’re willing to try
Without the fear of flying, but they’re trying to find
Who left the daydream behind
And you walk in streams of cloudy people
And you hear the strain of «hallelujah»
And you offer up a «won't you help me, Jesus?
I got a lot of things I’d like to sing you»
So the mice in the man are making their plans
To a far away holiday from circumstance
So they bury the sky and they’re living inside
And the cats are crawling, falling,
Trying to find who’s inside of their minds
You drink the dreams of cloudy people
And you hear the strain of «hallelujah»
And you offer up a «Won't you help me Jesus?
I’ve got a lot of things I’d like to sing you»
But if your head’s in the clouds
Why are you screaming so loud?
And why ya screaming so loud
When your head’s in the clouds?
You walk in streams of cloudy people
And you hear the strain of «hallelujah»
And you offer up a «won't you help me, Jesus?
I got a lot of things I’d like to sing you»
The birds in my neighborhood never had it so good
They’re dreaming of another world frozen into
A seed in the sky and they’re willing to try
Without the fear of flying but they’re trying to find
Who left the daydream behind