I search for a light
With the fog setting in
Unsure where to go
Or how to begin.
I go back inside
And wick off the haze
Of my blue hooded coat
For these foggy days.
Maybe it’s time
To hang it to dry.
I search for a light
With the fog setting in
Unsure where to go
Or how to begin.
I go back inside
And wick off the haze
Of my blue hooded coat
For these foggy days.
Maybe it’s time
To hang it to dry.