LOST IN THE FOG
Twisting forward through the fog
Moving forward constantly
The shrouded shapes that appear before me
all become clear eventually
eventually…
The road ahead is lost in the fog
but I press on anyway
I trust the road, trust myself as well
and I trust that time will show me the way
show me the way…
Where has the summer gone?
Seasons changing, moving on
Where has the summer gone?
Summer sun turns into icy fog
The truth is out there in the fog
It reveals itself only slowly
Under a streetlight a ghost walks a dog
as the road appears beneath his feet
beneath his feet…
Moving forward constantly
Moving forward constantly
Moving forward constantly
Original words & music by Mojo & Mojo’s Army
© Ragged Birds Music. All rights reserved.
MojoNotes
Not surprisingly, written on the way into the City one foggy morning. But there’s more to it than that.