Three clouds is billowing
through the blue of a noonday sky.
Lord, they got to be three miles long,
got to be one mile high.
All around me is people;
the tents and flags of a fair.
They’re all going and coming someplace;
I’m the only one just, just standing there.
Time is dragging me up again
to where the future waits with her pearls and her rings
And I’m looking for a king.
Yeah, I’m looking for a king.
People are bumping into each other
and knocking me gently to and fro.
Aint one face I recognize here,
Ain’t one person I know.
I buy me a hot dog
from the man in the hot dog stand
The price is right, but I can’t take a bite;
I’m just holding it there in my hand.
Cause my stomach is full with the lead weight
of waiting on everything.
And I’m looking for a king.
Yeah, I’m looking for a king.
One arm is dead with the weight of the dog,
and my eyes are hooked on the sky.
I can’t tell that it ever ends,
and those three clouds is rolling by.
No one could overlook such a cloud
so fluffy so white and so high.
No one could deny such a cloud
anything she needed to get by.
Lately I’ve been feeling
like nothing down here can offer me anything.
And I’m looking for a king.
Yeah, I’m looking for a king.