You wereborn in '67, About 9o'clock at night - - - A couple years before I lost control, and ended up inside. - - - The clouds inCamarillo, 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'tthink I could survive - -- The clouds in Camarillo, Shimmer with a light that's So unrealNow I fear the storiesThat they told me Of how I hurt my baby, Must be somehowtrue 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. --- The clouds inCamarillo, 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