Sitting on cloud nine looking down and cloud eight hoping I can go back there but knowing I do not belong.
Sitting on cloud nine looking up at cloud ten knowing that if I ascend I will lose myself.
Dancing on cloud nine hopping my footsteps will wake up the sleeping faithful;
Rolling around on cloud nine sending puffs of cotton across the sky with a message of living for the moment.
Sleeping on cloud nine dreaming of clouds one through sever, praying for clouds nine through fifteen wanting them to combine so all dreams become one.