Words by Victoria Williams

The Clouds piled up high
The periwinkle sky
And the water soft and brown
It looks like you could walk on it
And I wonder if I'll stay
Or if I'll go away
To the busyness of town
It looked like you could walk on it
Yeah it looks like you could walk on it
All piled under the old oak tree
The cow told me
I think it's gonna rain
Yeah the cow told me
I think it's gonna rain
And I wonder if I'll stay..