Rows and floes of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air, and feather canyons ev’rywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on ev’ryone. So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way.
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it’s cloud illusions I recall. I really don’t know clouds at all.
Joni Mitchell
