I Can't Stop Looking At The Clouds (original song - by Simnon Reed)

This one is for Alan. Pooma.

I can’t stop looking at the clouds
They got a fluffy little hold on me
And the song that I sing
And the words that I bring
They’re just adding to the mystery

I can’t stop looking at the clouds
When I’m driving maybe wish I could
See the faces arrive
And your dead friends alive
And all the pointers to your destiny

But I won’t let go
And I don’t let go
There’s so much up there
That we do not know

And I tick that box
And wind back the clocks
To before my time
And alarm bells chime

I can’t stop looking at the clouds
There is nothing here that’s better to see
All the forms that they find
Playing tricks on my mind
Sitting up there in their own majesty

I can’t stop looking at the clouds
And I wonder if they’re looking at me
Cause the messages sent
They suggest some intent
But I can sometimes dodge reality

But I won’t let go
And I don’t let go
There’s so much up there
That we do not know

And I tick that box
And wind back the clocks
To before my time
And alarm bells chime

Slide
All of your fingers inside
There’s nothing that you can’t feel
And nothing that you can hide

Slide
All of the chips can ride
There’s nothing that can mean less
Excepting maybe your pride
I can’t stop looking at the clouds
And I’m not sure if that is so bad
There are colours for you
Unbelievable glue
And the best time that you ever had

I can’t stop looking at the clouds
And if that makes me weird then so be it
I don’t hurt anyone
I don’t stare at the sun
And I really don’t care one little bit

But I won’t let go
And I don’t let go
There’s so much up there
That we do not know

And I tick that box
And wind back the clocks
To before my time
And alarm bells chime