By: Gray Gabriel
The clouds, they move with me
The trees always stay still
The clouds, they always follow
My every pace and will
The flowers sure are pretty
Shown off to every bee
Oh, I don't need a woman
For the clouds, they follow me
Oh, the wind flows through our life
And pushes what is hollow
The clouds move after me
Or is it I that follow?
Gray Gabriel
The clouds, they move with me
The trees always stay still
The clouds, they always follow
My every pace and will
The flowers sure are pretty
Shown off to every bee
Oh, I don't need a woman
For the clouds, they follow me
Oh, the wind flows through our life
And pushes what is hollow
The clouds move after me
Or is it I that follow?
Gray Gabriel
"You don't need a weatherman to see which way the wind blows."
-Bob Dylan
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