the sky is fogged as is my head
hazy and blurred I cannot see what's ahead
what lies in the future and what's here in the present
tonight the moon won't be full, it will be nearly as empty as I; crescent

I've begun to think that maybe the fog is you
so long as you're in my head I will be dazed and confused it's true
I'm not sure what I'm saying I'm not sure what I'm doing
it's you it's you it's you it's you