I'm sorry if it's getting dark It's the wind that pushed us that way Just have a short walk through the park We'll do our best to get away Some people like watching the clouds And remember their shape before They lifted appart from the crowds
And in the crowds today they said That they'll soon figure something out They know what they're seeing, they said It's not the end it's just a drought Some people like watching the crowds Giving strange names to everything And telling us the shape of clouds