Music: David Arthur Brown
You were born in 1967
About 9 o'clock at night
A couple of 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 some how 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 could survive
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 some how true
Now I'm writing from a caravan
behind your mama's place
I 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 some how true
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 some how true
The clouds in
Camorillo
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