the fog ain’t liftin’ here – it
sorta rolls around an’
tries to climb the valley walls
but never does – it
stands and fights the sun
but always loses – yet
it never seems quite beaten
never really gone

collect my duds
and take them all
to willie’s
i can pick them up
when i go through
that part of town
tomorrow afternoon

i won’t be back
until I’m over
till the sirens
can’t seduce me
when i look at you
and i refuse to answer
like you always do

or when i reach
that moment maybe
never turn around
or not remember
without grinning
what we did
so long together

if i was sound asleep
when
you called me
i’d miss the chance
to say i’m
sleeping

hard pressed moments
stolen
from a cuckoo bird
is what we share
yet we are growing
up together
whether
we’re apart or not
i’ve never wondered
why we keep it rolling

seems like boot lace lovers we
will zig and
zag our way around to
eyelet twenty-three
then
get so tangled
tied in knots
absurdly happy for a while
you and me