Through cabinets and cupboards Closed attics and the like Down crooked crumbled alleyways Of cloud covered night I searched the high, searched the low Not sure what I'd find But hoping I would know when comes Some sort of sign "A cloud was on the mind of men And wailing went the weather" Yes Mr. Chesterton now I'm doing better "A cloud was on the mind of men..." Yes Mr. Chesterton now I'm doing better If I was left a wreck, bent body and soul The dreams I've had, purest gold So I will hope that what a man hopes for In the end is really what that man is worth