Well I’m taking some time with my quiet friend
Well I’m takin some time on my own.
Well I’m makin some plans for my getaway
Therell be blue skies shining up above
When I’m cloud hidden
Well I’ve got to get out of the rat-race now
I’m tired of the ways of mice and men
And the empires all turning into rust again.
Out of everything nothing remains the same
That’s why I’m cloud hidden
Sittin up on the mountain-top in my solitude
Where the morning fog comes rollin in
Just might do me some good.
Well I’m waiting in the clearing with my motor on
Well its time to get back to the town again
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside
Well it wont be long before I get back here again.
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