D Cloudy, G The sky is grey and white and cloudy. D F#7 Ddim Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me. A F#7 It's hitch-hike a hundred miles. A Bm I'm a rag-a-muffin child. E Pointed finger, painted smile. A A7 I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while. D Cloudy, G My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy. D F#7 Ddim They have no borders, no boundaries. A F#7 They echo and they swell, A Bm From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell, E Down from Berkeley to Carmel. A A7 Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill. D Hey, Sunshine-- G I haven't seen you in a long time. D F#7 Ddim Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? A F#7 These clouds stick to the sky, A Bm Like a floating question, why? E And they linger there to die. A A7 They don't know where they're going, and my friend, neither do I. D G D G Cloudy, Cloudy, Cloudy, Cloudy. # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz # 7 September 1992