You were born in 67 about nine o'clock at night A 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, might be somehow true 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, might be somehow true 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, might be somehow true