Clouds 歌词

People pray for sunny weather, and for clear blue skies Shadows seem to suit me better, 'cause I've got cloudy eyes People chase the latest folly, following the crowd But me, I'd rather miss the trolly, and stay here in my clouds Stay here in my clouds Let them go to fancy places, drink their bootleg rye The way I want to spend my days is under cloudly skies All around me, trumpets blowin', blowin' long and loud It sounds just like a hymn to me, a symphony of clouds I'll stay here in my clouds