I live in the clouds I've got a house up there I've got a small yard and tall fences The neighborhood's not as nice as you'd think Nobody talks to me They stand perfectly still Never moving Except after a while, I'll notice that somebody's arm is in a different position than it was five years ago Just ever so slightly Maybe I'm some kind of mosquito to them Moving faster than they could ever dream to Or perhaps have a nightmare about I don't remember how I got here I just was I don't remember where I was before, but I had a name I know that much You quickly lose need for a name with no one to talk to No one to call you by it They get names, though That guy over there The sun That little one, next to the big one That wide one, next to the slightly less wide one Every time I jump off, I fall back on the same cloud I wonder if they even know I'm here