Tom: D

  D
Cloudy,
                                  G
The sky is grey and white and cloudy.
                                D  F#7  D°
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   D°
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 D°
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