When the fog settles in The street lights Glow a little wider. Up that hill Just ahead I see my way, It’s not clear. The red lights disappear Flat, on the horizon line. I’m left wandering, Will I?
When the fog settles in The street lights Glow a little wider. Up that hill Just ahead I see my way, It’s not clear. The red lights disappear Flat, on the horizon line. I’m left wandering, Will I?
