My head is stuck in the clouds, she begs me to come down Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her, "I love the view from up here, warm sun and wind
With nothin' much to do As the sun came breakin' down through the clouds I never seen the sky so blue I saw a Cajun man with a red guitar Singin' on
know they'll eat you up alive Although they're nice to know when it's a thousand below it isn't easy to survive And Neptune girls are great for dancing
built for us And the only thing left Yeah, the only thing left is the running And these clouds keep on rolling And I, I don't know why Take this guitar
homeward angel On nights like this, do you remember Midnight kisses sweet and tender And dancing under southern stars Summer of ?83, I never quite recovered Oh, you played guitar
wake up in the mornin' Have coffee at a small cafe And then we find a celebration And listen to the guitars play We're gonna run in the sunshine, dance
Yeah, but nobody searches and nobody cares somehow When the loving that you've wasted comes raining from a hapless cloud Then I might stop and look upon
be I'd dress up in my mother's clothes and dance the days away When nothing was torn and tattered broken or frayed. I used to see an astronaut flying through the clouds
daddy played the honky tonks out on the county line One night he took me with him through those swingin' doors And I heard that country music, saw that crowded dance
dust, Forming a series of huge Brown clouds! Who is making those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds these days? Ho is making those new brown
If all of the stars were a million guitars And the moon was the girl that I loved If they played for me and to each melody We could dance in the heavens
the pack and wing I broke all the strings off my Fender guitar and we began to sing Dance dance Dakota dance... Dance dance Dakota dance dance around
don't seem so sunny But the clouds are filled with music so let it fall on us like rain I can feel it in the air, see it dancing on my window pane I
cinnamon street. There was a boy on cinnamon street, The same age as me, we shared the curiosity. He won my heart cos he could play guitar. He promised
with nothin much to do. As the sun came breakin down through the clouds I never seen the sky so blue I saw a cajun man with a red guitar singing on the
My head is stuck in the clouds She begs me to come down Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her, "I love the view from up here Warm sun and wind in
red dust which stains my clothes I walk on the palm-lined road by the orchard There is no one around, the truck has vanished beyond the bend And the clouds
give life to call the lost from the night To heal the broken heart of a world that?s been scarred by the fight He gave the lame man a dance, he brought