Besedila: Ryan Davis. Blue Clouds.

Babe's got blue clouds overhead
that stretch for all she can see
the green fields she's lying in
are a little less than what she needs

Bobby's got miles of road and yellow lines
that stretch on for days
he lays back his chair to recline
he'll finally get away

they know it's a sin
to hold it all within
open their arms and they'd feel
the blue clouds disappear

Babe walks along a lonely sidewalk
it helps her ease the pain
the voices inside her want to talk
but they just remind her of him again

Bobby puts the pedal to the floor and drives
He drives hard in the rain
he's a fool for wanting more
his voices speak shame

if we didn't have the rain
the sun might dry up everything
save us the pain
but let us see love remain