D      |                              |Gmaj7   | 
Cloudy,  The sky is grey and white and  cloudy.

			      |D    F#7||
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on  me.

      |A		   |Fm#7 
It's a hitch-hike a hundred miles.

     |A		  |Bm	
I'm a rag-a-muffin child.

       |E		      |
Pointed finger, painted smile.

 |A				 | 		F#m A   |
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a whi-ile.

D      |				      |Gmaj7|	
Cloudy,  My thoughts are scattered and they're  cloudy.

                        |D   F#7 ||	
They have no borders, no boundar- ies.

    |A		  |F#m7	
They echo and they swell,

        |A           |Bm
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell,

         |E		     |
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.

        |A			    |	            F#m  A   |	
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to ki - ill.

     D	       |                        |Gmaj7      |
Hey, Sunshine--  I haven't seen you in a  long time.

                                |D    F#7||
Why don't you show your face and bend my  mind?

     |A 		 |F#m7
These clouds stick to the sky,

      |A                 |Bm 
Like a floating question, why?

	|E 		     |
And they linger there to die.

    |A	                                   |                   F#m A |	
They don't know where they're going, and my friend, neither do I- -i.

D      |Gmaj7	|D	 |Gmaj7
Cloudy,  Cloudy,  Cloudy, Cloudy.