Jones Howard Those Who Move Clouds
The throwing of your mental clothes wasn't ever your intention The malady within your heart has no cure and prevention There are those who move clouds Those who move clouds Heard it murmured in a far off crowd Those who move clouds I wish that I could offer you a chance to change direction But you know that pathways must be followed to near destruction There are those who move clouds Those who move clouds Heard it murmured in a far off crowd Those who move clouds There are those who will patronise and compromise your position They can't feel the forceful hand of predetermined destination There are those who move clouds Those who move clouds Heard it murmured in a far off crowd Those who move clouds I can feel the forceful hand And it won't let me change direction no And there's this hunger inside of me And it won't and it won't no it won't stop its aching And I can feel it inside of my head the forceful hand And it won't let me change direction And there's this hunger and it won't let me And it won't let me stop and it won't let me stop this aching no
