Looking at that rusty cloud I realize there are
People there
I wonder if it would cheer them up if they all started
Breathing air
I have looked everywhere
If you go downtown you better wear a frown 'cause smiling people get
In the way
Can’t see the sun, but don't try to run, they get your business done in eight
Hour day
I have tried everywhere
Time is getting short my friend
When is it gonna end
Please save some for this boy
That would bring me endless joy
Every time I mountain climb I think about my
City friends
Now I find the boys of crime transported even
In the winds
I have been everywhere
Air is getting short my friend
Where is it gonna end
Please save some for this boy
That would bring me endless joy
So much joy
Ooh!
Rusty Cloud was written by Robert Yeazel.
Rusty Cloud was produced by J.C. Phillips.