The Fog forms shadows over everything
The fog it leaves a stain too tough to be cleaned
Don’t leave it too long or it will leave it’s impact
Things won’t be clear and you won’t know the facts
It’s hard to tell what’s right or wrong
Even harder to remember the words of a song
People are like boats that pass in the night
Some are familiar and some well out of mind out of sight

Who am I and where have I gone?
Where am I and what have I done?
Am surrounded by people, they seam to be nice
But it all changes at the roll of a dice
Am gonna, close my eyes and rest my weary heard
In this safe place, they all call a bed
And if I wake and it’s still a little grey
I will share all my fears with God and pray