Alan Watts Blues

Well I'm taking some time with my quiet friend

Well I'm takin' some time on my own.

Well I'm makin' some plans for my getaway

There'll be blue skies shining up above

When I'm cloud hidden

Cloud hidden

Whereabouts unknown

Well I've got to get out of the rat-race now

I'm tired of the ways of mice and men

And the empires all turning into rust again.

Out of everything nothing remains the same

That's why I'm cloud hidden

Cloud hidden

Whereabouts unknown

Sittin' up on the mountain-top in my solitude

Where the morning fog comes rollin' in

Just might do me some good.

Well I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor on

Well it's time to get back to the town again

Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside

Well it won't be long before I get back here again.