The Clouds In Camarillo
You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at night
. . .
.
A couple years before I lost control
and ended up inside.
? .
.
,
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chorus:
The clouds in
Camarillo ( )
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal ( )
Now I fear the stories
That they told me ( )
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
I stopped taking all my pills
they made me feel so dead inside.
.
Just like the sun was going out
I didn't think I ould survive
.
.
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Chorus
Now I'm writing from a caravan
behind your nana's place
I think my spirit will be happier
with the stars in outer space.