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....