You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at nightA couple years before I lost control
And ended up inside.
The clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
I stopped taking all my pills
They made me feel so dead inside.Just like the sun was going out
I didn't think I Aould surviveThe clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow trueNow I'm writing from a caravan
Behind your nana's placeI think my spirit will be happier
With the stars in outer space.
The clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow trueThe clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow trueThe clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
