through cabinets and cupboards closed attics and the like down crooked crumbled alleyways of cloud covered night i searched the high searched the low not sure what id find but hoping i would know when comes some sort of sign a cloud was on the mind of men and wailing went the weather yes mr chesterton now im doing better a cloud was on the mind of men yes mr chesterton now im doing better if i was left a wreck bent body and soul the dreams ive had purest gold so i will hope that what a man hopes for in the end is really what that man is worth