Those Who Move Clouds — Howard Jones

The throwing of your mental clothes wasnt ever your intention

The malady within your heart has no cure and prevention

There are those who move clouds

Those who move clouds

Heard it murmured in a far off crowd

Those who move clouds

I wish that I could offer you a chance to change direction

But you know that pathways must be followed to near destruction

There are those who move clouds

Those who move clouds

Heard it murmured in a far off crowd

Those who move clouds

There are those who will patronise and compromise your position

They cant feel the forceful hand of

Predetermined destination

There are those who move clouds

Those who move clouds

Heard it murmured in a far off crowd

Those who move clouds

I can feel the forceful hand

And it wont let me change direction no

And theres this hunger inside of me

And it wont and it wont no it wont stop its aching

And I can feel it inside of my head the forceful hand

And it wont let me change direction

And theres this hunger and it wont let me

And it wont let me stop and it wont let me stop this aching no