You were born in 67 
About nine o'clock at night - 
couple of years before 
I lost control and ended up inside 

The clouds in Camarillo 
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal. 
Now I fear the stories, that they told me 
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow [bad word]  

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 could survive. 

The clouds in Camarillo 
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal. 
Now I fear the stories, that they told me 
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow [bad word]  

Now I'm writing from the caravan 
Behind your grandma's place, 
I think my spirit will be happier 
With the stars in outer space 

The clouds in Camarillo 
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal. 
Now I fear the stories, that they told me 
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow [bad word]