Clouds aren’t really made of much,

Why build castles up on ’em?

Clouds don’t ever give you much

Except for rainy days

Clouds never helped me in any sort of way

My castles, hard and real, on Planet Earth they’ll stay

But Lord I’m tired

I find no earthly peace

Nothing hard and solid makes a bed for head, at least

Nothing that the real world shows me day to day

Will make me feel content in a real sort of way

So can I sleep, can I dream

On the clouds that always seem

So impossible to stand on

So possible to lay on, but

I’m all

The way

Down here.