Those Clouds Are Heavy, You Dig? Songtext
von Kurt Elling

Once upon a time a cloud, a little cloud gathered her friends together and began to say, aloud
"Friends, we can′t find God" ("Isn't it odd?")
And they all agreed it was very odd, indeed
To blow about the sky like a brainless seed
Something′s really gone awry when older clouds oversimplify
When they say that it's just another day

It's imperative we be somewhat more truly demonstrative
In becoming provocative
Our parents neglect God, it′s true all their world is askew
They go about bickering and scheme of possessing things
As though they own us, too, and own all that we do
Yet they can′t understand
Just how foolish it is to build a house on sinking sand

And when we cry they say, "Oh my! You'll grow out of it soon
And start singing a grown-up tune"

So, the clouds made a vow
Since the grown-ups had lost God, somehow
They would pick something out that would keep them aware
That they could take with them anywhere (like a lock of hair, or a pear)


Not an animal, or too big
So, the little ones looked around and up and down and in and out
And came up with a list
They had a feather, erasers and string
Pen knives and pencils and pieces of things
That they found in their pockets to spare (And which they began to compare)

But the shiniest object
When looking them over the thimble was brightest
And so they decided the thimble was rightest
For taking along and for knowing God
Was staying long and in their every day

They knew where to find
Their peace of mind
Playing a game of tag or fame
They simply had to call out the thimble′s name

Then, one day the smallest cloud took a big fall and
Dropped the thimble from her hand and God turned to sand
Just then, a wise old woman cloud happened along
And she asked the little cloud, "What's wrong?"
And the little cloud replied, "God′s gone"

But the older cloud knew right away
So, she said to the little one, "Here's your thimble, I found it today"