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 IÂ’m yelling and screaming cause
Baby youÂ’re driving me crazy

So life on your own has been vacant and cold
EveryoneÂ’s getting somewhere and youÂ’re getting old
Career opportunities, they all have been sold
Along with your body, and most of your soul

And IÂ’m yelling and screaming cause
Baby youÂ’re driving me crazy

If I could spare more remorse
From my emptied out pores
I would maybe

Cause the fogÂ’s getting thicker
And the worldÂ’s spinning fast
The chaos is building
ItÂ’s going to last
And itÂ’s so hard to see
And youÂ’re so hard to find
TheyÂ’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 youÂ’re obscene
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream

And IÂ’m yelling and screaming cause
Baby youÂ’re driving me crazy

If I could spare more remorse
From my emptied out pores
I would maybe

Cause the fogÂ’s getting thicker
And the worldÂ’s spinning fast
The chaos is building
ItÂ’s going to last
And itÂ’s so hard to see
And youÂ’re so hard to find
TheyÂ’re days when I think I am losing my mind

And we yell
And we scream

As the fogÂ’s getting thicker
the worldÂ’s spinning fast
The chaos is building
ItÂ’s going to last
And itÂ’s so hard to see
And youÂ’re so hard to find
TheyÂ’re days when I think I am losing my mind

And the fogÂ’s getting thicker
the worldÂ’s spinning fast
The chaos is building
ItÂ’s going to last
And itÂ’s so hard to see
And youÂ’re so hard to find
ThereÂ’s days when I think I am losing my mind"