Pushing The Clouds Away

Clouds are not the cheeks of angels, you know
They're only clouds
Friendly sometimes
But you can never be sure

If I had longer arms
I'd push the clouds away
Or make them hang
Above the water somewhere else

But I'm just a man
Who needs and wants
Mostly things he'll never have
Looking for that thing
That's hardest to find: himself

I've been going a long time now
Along the way I've learned some things
You have to make the good times yourself
Take the little times and make them into big times

And save the times that are all right
For the ones that aren't so good
I've never been able
To push the clouds away by myself

Help me…
Please?