Black Cloud - Playwrite

Oh no it’s not your fault

There’s nothing you can do

If I were you, I’d start walking

You could make thirty miles a day

It don’t seem like much

But you’d be thirty miles away

Oh no it’s not your fault

No way you could have known

But now it’s gone, you’ve got the choice

Do you stay or go?

There is a black cloud spewing from the earth

It takes a while to work

But you know just what it does

Yea, you know just what it does…

I wish that there' something I could do

I wish that there' something I could do

Oh no there’s nothing left

Nowhere that you can go

Your life is all but underwater

Way up in the air

You see it on the floor, it doesn’t seem fair

And this cloud has a curse, and you know just what it does

It comes down from above, and settles on the earth…

It Comes down from above, and settles on the earth

I wish there' something I could do

It comes down from above, and settles on the earth

I wish there' something I could do

Comes down from above, and settles on the earth

I wish there' something I could do

Oh no it’s not your fault

There’s nothing you can do

If I were you, id start walking

You could make thirty miles a day

It don’t seem like much

But you’d be thirty miles away