Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and junes and ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As ev'ry fairy tale (...)
Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind (...)
I was driving across the burning desert When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain Like the hexagram of the heavens Like the strings of my guitar Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines Is a song so wild and blue It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you Then your life becomes a travelogue For the picture post card charms Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where they've gone They (...)
It's a long, long way from canada A long way from snow chains Donkey vendors slicing coconut No parkas to their name Black babies covered in baking flour The cook's got a carnival song We're going to lay down someplace shady With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland
Walter raleigh and chris columbus Come marching out of the waves And claim the beach and all concessions In the name of the suntan slave I wrapped that flag around me Like a (...)
Sitting in a park in Paris, France Reading the news and it sure looks bad They won't give peace a chance That was just a dream some of us had Still a lot of land to see But I wouldn't stay here It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here.
Oh, but California California, I'm coming home I'm going to see the folks I dig I'll even kiss a sunset pig California, I'm coming home.
I met a redneck on a Grecian isle Who did the goat dance very well He gave me back (...)