Текст песни Alan Watts Blues

Well, I'm taking some time with my quiet friend Well, I'm takin' some time on my own Well, I'm makin' some plans for my getaway There'll be blue skies shining up above When I'm cloud hidden Cloud hidden Whereabouts unknown Well, I've got to get out of the rat-race now I'm tired of the ways of mice and men And the empires all turning into rust again Out of everything nothing remains the same That's why I'm cloud hidden Cloud hidden Whereabouts unknown Sittin' up on the mountain-top in my solitude Where the morning fog comes rollin' in Just might do me some good Well, I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor on Well, it's time to get back to the town again Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside Well, it won't be long before I get back here again