You were born in '67 About 9 o'clock at night A couple years before I lost control And ended up inside. [Chorus} The clouds in Camarillo Shimmer with a light 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 Aould survive [Chorus] Now I'm writing from a caravan Behind your nana's place I think my spirit will be happier With the stars in outer space. [Chorus] [Chorus] [Chorus]