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 Im yelling and screaming cause
Baby you’re driving me crazy
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyones getting somewhere and you’re getting old
Career opportunities, they all have been sold
Along with your body, and most of your soul
And Im 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 fogs getting thicker
And the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building
Its 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 Im 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 fogs getting thicker
And the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building
Its 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 fogs getting thicker
The worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building
Its 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 fogs getting thicker
The worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building
Its 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