Clouds are not the cheeks
Of angels you know
They're only clouds
Friendly sometimes
But you can never be sure
If I had longer arms
I'd push the clouds away
Or make them hang
Above the water somewhere else
But I'm just a man
Who needs and wants
Mostly things he'll never have
Looking for that thing
That's hardest to find himself
I've been going a long time now
Along the way I've learned some things
You have to make the good times yourself
Take the little times and make them into big times
And save the times that are all right
For the ones that aren't so good
I've never been able
To push the clouds away by myself
Help me, please