The Fog

Here in this town they have all got the blues
As the paper boy 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 youre driving me crazy

So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyones getting somewhere and youre 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 youre driving me crazy
If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores I would maybe
Cause the fogs getting thicker the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building, its going too last
And its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind

So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
When you start frowning they think youre obscene
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream

Im yelling and screaming cause baby youre driving me crazy
If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores I would maybe
Cause the fogs getting thicker the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building, its going too last
And its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The 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 its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The 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 its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind