The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I'm a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
- Scarborough Fair / Canticle
- Homeward Bound
- The Big Bright Green Pleasure Mahine
- The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
- The Dangling Conversation
- Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
- A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
- For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
- A Poem On The Underground Wall
- 7 O'Clock News / Silent Night