Fog is a Funny Thing

Fog is a funny thing
It settles over me at times, I know
That I should see much rosier
But I can’t bear the color, no
My mother says she’s sorry
For the years she spent unfeeling
I say, “Ma, I know fog is a funny thing”

Fog is a funny thing
It settles over me at times
It’s like the chill that comes in autumn
It runs up and down the spine
And I know that Saul is leaving town
Although I wish that they would stay
I tell ‘em, “Saul, you know that fog is a funny thing”

Take cover in the mist approaching winter
We’ll be blown over, you’ll see far less when you squint, you find you
Remember me as blurred, opaque and dim, you know
Of course, we know that fog is a funny thing

When the fog coalesces around a memory of a friend lost in it
Indistinct, a warning, it might swallow you up whole, that’s when I
Look out at the world filtered in brushstrokes, vague, impressionistic
And let it all roll in like fog, let it all roll over

Take cover in the mist approaching winter
We’ll be blown over, you’ll see far less when you squint, you find you
Remember me as blurred, opaque and dim, you know
Of course, we know that fog is a funny thing