Lyrics:

I'm looking in my little black book
To see if I was right or rongwrong
Between the lines on the tattered pages
My spidery writing inclines

I'm old before my time
I feel that I'm growing out of this world
But with the world at my ears
I guess it's true there's no tears, no tears
When things get bad, I can always turn into a cloud
Then I'll drift back home if the wind will blow me there

I'm old before my time
I feel that I'm growing out of this world
But with the world at my ears
I guess it's true there's no tears, no tears
When things get bad, I can always turn into a cloud
Then I'll drift back home if the wind will blow me there