Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I'm a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
Cloudy,
Cloudy.
© 1966 Paul Simon y Bruce Woodley (BMI)
Disco: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme
Comentarios: Canción co-escrita por Paul Simon y Bruce Woodley de The Seekers; esta banda más tarde la versionó en su álbum de 1967 Seekers Seen in Green.
La palabra “Cloudy” (nublado) funciona tanto literal como metafóricamente: El cielo está nublado, sí, pero más profundamente, la mente del narrador también lo está. Sus pensamientos son vagos, confusos, divagantes. No hay una dirección clara, ni en el clima ni en su vida. Es una canción sobre el vagar físico y mental, el estar "en tránsito", sin rumbo fijo, tanto en el paisaje como en el alma.