Cloud Song

I am my own cloud

and I ain't coming down

I anticipate I'll dissipate before anyone names my shape

It's just my life now we'll see how it turns out

If I could get things turned around guess I'd be heading back home to you

Well I found my calling but no one was hiring

And since I've been hauling a big bag of blues

I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like crying

Anytime I think of that old ocean blue

It sure is a view up here a blurred by a herd of tears