In a violent place we can call our country
Is a mixed up man
And I guess thats me.
The sun′s in the sky
But the storm never seems to end.
It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home.
And the darkest thoughts, Yeah, I guess they′re my own
There's wealth in the bank
But there's nothing to show inside.
It′s cloudy now (x3)
It′s getting cloudy now
In a special place
That I call my life
The father was cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either
Cause I live across the street
Its a beautiful thing
When it starts to rain
A man who drinks just to drown the pain
And I can′t stop from dreaming
There's something else.
It′s cloudy now (x3)
It's getting cloudy now.
It′s cloudy now (x3)
It's getting cloudy now.
We are a fucked up generation
It′s cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It′s cloudy now ...