Could The Cloud
Could the cloud beat me there?
Or if I follow it, will I get nowhere?
Blue and white above my head
The beat of the sun slappin' my cheeks red
And all the while, the cloud floats on
Riding the wind and its bitter song
Losing pieces of itself along the way
The earth spins on and it pushes the day
The saddest cloud I'd ever seen
Was above North Ontario evergreens
Above the pines of Highway 69
North of Penetang where the snow goes blind
It sat real still while the others flowed
Like it wanted to come down and touch the road
But eventually, it moved again
And it caught back up to chase the wind
Could the cloud beat me there?
Or if I follow it, will I get nowhere?
