I’d long to touch a cloud
On my back on a bed of green
I’d contemplate the cloud scene
They would form themselves into a lot o’ different kinds o’ pictures
Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind
Paintin’ the kind o’ scene
That I never saw on a wide screen
Look! Ain’t that Moses on the mount!
There! Monte Christo an’ a gallant count!
Four white horses and a coach.”