Cloud My Sunny Mood

Naturally I contemplate certain things when I'm alone

But most of those always seem to go untold

Necessarily I keep them to myself those things that cloud

My sunny mood, cloud my sunny mood

I could tell you that a girl is gone but you've heard that one before

Or tell you that my money's out and there just ain't no more

But those are things that come and go, I can sweep them out the door

Not those that cloud my sunny mood, cloud my sunny mood

But what does it, what does it, what does it, what does it matter?

The weeping willow tree ain't got nothing on me you see

Naturally the question is a-rising in your mind

What keeps this sunny mood so cloudy all the time?

Unfortunately words don't even begin to describe

The things that cloud my sunny mood, cloud my sunny mood

But when does it, when does it, when does it start to matter?

The weeping willow tree is weeping for me, that poor tree

I must apologize for not being all that clear

But maybe these are thoughts that really no one should hear

And maybe they'll just drift away and not be so near

Those things that cloud my sunny mood, cloud my sunny mood