You were born in 67 about nine o'clock at night -

You were born in 67 about nine o'clock at night -
couple of years before I lost control and ended up inside.

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal.
Now I fear the stories, that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.

I stopped taking all my pills, they made me feel so dead inside.
Just like the sun was going out, I didn't think I could survive.

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal.
Now I fear the stories, that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.

Now I'm writing from the caravan behind your grandma's place.
I think my spirit will be happier with the stars in outer space.

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal.
Now I fear the stories, that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.