The clover still glistens with morning dew
His feet are all wet in his old leather shoes
He's been fixin' the fence since early this morn
Now its time for a coffee back home
Its a beautiful day with plenty to do
All is the same and everythings new
He takes off his cap, looks up through the sky
And watches the clouds roll by
Her shift has just ended at the all night cafe
She takes off her apron and calls it a day
Ill see you tomorrow, its time to go home
Then she steps out the back door alone
On a Teusday night in the middle of June
She stops at the roadside to gaze at the moon
Hears off in the distance a whiporwoll cry
And watches the clouds roll by
His textbooks are covered with things that he draws
While the teacher expounds about natural laws
He's trying to wipe off all the blue on his hand
From the ink of the pen that he broke
In the last thirty minutes the words that were said
Never quite seemed to make it inside of his head
So he looks at the window and lets his dream fly
And watches the clouds roll by
Nothing remains in this world forever
We are all just passing by
Sharing our time for a few precious moments
Then we move on like the clouds in the sky
He brushes the leaves off an old mossy stone
Then spends a few moments with an old friend alone
Sits down on the stump of an old cyrpus tree
And cleans out the bowl of his pipe
Shadows are rushin' through feilds that lie bare
Theres so many stories, but no-one to share
He takes off his hat, looks up through the sky
And watches the clouds roll by