The Fog

Here in this town they have all got the blues

As the paperboy takes off without any news

Angels have wings you can feel free to use

The corner store drugs you can freely abuse

And I'm yelling and screaming cause

Baby you're driving me crazy

So life on your own has been vacant and cold

Everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old

Career opportunities, they all have been sold

Along with your body, and most of your soul

And I'm yelling and screaming cause

Baby you're driving me crazy

If I could spare more remorse

From my emptied out pores

I would maybe

Cause the fog's getting thicker

And the world's spinning fast

The chaos is building

It's going to last

And it's so hard to see

And you're so hard to find

They're days when I think I am losing my mind

So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes

Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens

Realists are frowning, they think you're obscene

As you work overtime to make sure they can dream

And I'm yelling and screaming cause

Baby you're driving me crazy

If I could spare more remorse

From my emptied out pores

I would maybe

Cause the fog's getting thicker

And the world's spinning fast

The chaos is building

It's going to last

And it's so hard to see

And you're so hard to find

They're days when I think I am losing my mind

And we yell

And we scream

As the fog's getting thicker

the world's spinning fast

The chaos is building

It's going to last

And it's so hard to see

And you're so hard to find

They're days when I think I am losing my mind

And the fog's getting thicker

the world's spinning fast

The chaos is building

It's going to last

And it's so hard to see

And you're so hard to find

There's days when I think I am losing my mind