Lightning passes by my door,
Every once in a while.
He tells me about the trip,
I tell him how the colors, they make smile.
See, all my friends are clouds,
Roaming around the world.
Dropping different shades of grey,
On everyone they know.

...and they bump into each other,
Every once in a while...

See, all these hills are framed,
In wood they used to grow.
And, while I like them on my wall,
I miss our shady walks.

...the leaves, they don't change color,
At least not in my halls...
Tell me one more story,
Just before you go,
Tell me how the angels look,
From so far below you,
Tell me that there's no threat,
In the big, black sky,
Far above your eyes...


Clouds (Semi-Live Version)

You can call me "David,"
I will cast the first stone,
And drive these giants away from your homes.
You can make believe in,
All of my imaginary tales,
If that's what'll save us,
If that's what'll save us.

You can tell those town folk,
Meet me by the edge around a quarter after four,
Cheer me on for ages,
Write me in the pages of your lore.
You can call me "David,"
I will bring the giant to the floor,
But a sin is still sin, ain't it?
A sinner's still a sinner, ain't he?

We could lie about all of it, all of it,
When we get back to town we'll say that giant wasn't around,
He must've got bored waitin' on me.
And we could die,
Without ever been murderers,
We'll find that giant later that day,
And find him a nice, big place to stay.
We could let him go,
It was all one big misunderstanding,
And just because you're different,
Doesn't make you any more worthless than me.

...you can call me "coward."

You Can Call Me David

Fold-Over Clutch is a rock/acoustic/theater/storytelling group from Phoenix, Arizona.  If you come to the show...be prepared to be part of it!