in a violent place we can call our country
is a mixed up man and i guess thats me.
the sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end.

its a place of sorrow but we call it a home.
and the darkest thoughts yeah, i guess they're my own
there's wealth in the bank but there's nothing to show inside.

its cloudy now
its getting cloudy now

in a special place that i call my life
the father was cruel and he lost his wife
but i don't see either cause i live across the street
its a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
a man who drinks just to drown the pain
and i can't stop from dreaming
there's something else.

its cloudy now
its getting cloudy now..

we are a fucked up generation

it's cloudy now