Hair of straw, glass of green, eyes as wide as your blood is blue River deep, mountain high, still the same but I don't know why Home again, off the bus, kiss the ground as it turns to dust On the beach, after the gold, still a kid but you're getting old Lost on the highway, headed back to old ways Burning faster through the weekdays Around the next bend, another old friend Try to see you on the weekend Black cloud get over me Black cloud get over you Get bent. I'm getting over, over, over you Running out, close the door Just like a hundred times before Sorry ma, just let it be Black cloud get over me Black cloud get over you Get bent. I'm getting over, over, over you You, you, you