I want to drive slowly
So that I can see
The sky here's too pale
I almost can't see the clouds

They say "you're one of the weirdoes"
But isn't it in a good way?
Don't you think so?

Once a day is ok
Why take it more?
Why take it slow?
Nothing's the best
But this is good though

If I can drive fast
I won't go down
I'll stay with the cloulds
Won't you be around?

They say "you're nothing but the best"
Yes I believe so

I want to drive away
I want to come back here
And never again

It was such a long hot summer day
I kept wondering if I could get the lights delayed

I was just laying around on a pile of hay
Watching the bunnies, birds, and swatting bugs as the day slips away

I was so very comfortable as I watch the sky
Cloulds going by watching the shape of apple pie

I began to realize that the clouds
Have started to form, as my demons begin to make their rounds

As the demons arrive my body
I begin to feel sad, hate, and depressed
I feel the urge to proceed

I feel as if something is hanging above me
Not tonight for I have been impede

As a fluttering hummingbird goes by reminding me
To let the demons go and just to feel free

angels
tippee toe
around
The
Cloulds of heaven
while
God rested
after
creating this world