Dear Walt, I don't know much about chords and such, but dear God, I love this song and the feeling it evokes. I've always been enamored of how it takes place over the course of 24 hours. How love has made her sleepless in California, so to speak. How she metaphorically finishes writing the song as the morning comes up. How it's innocent and hopeful, but still imbued with melancholy and longing. How the lone guitar (or restrained piano, I'm sure) compliments the lyrics's sentiments, perfectly
And of course, the allusions are beautiful: "braiding wild-flowers and leaves in my hair," "crickets call courting their ladies in star-dappled green," "I wrote 'I love you' in my finest hand." I going play Clouds as soon as I get home. Thanks for mentioning this song. -Julius
