When the Fog Rolls In...

Where will you be when I’m 53?

Will you write a letter or die of disease?

It’s these thoughts that swim through my mind,

Of all these people & places & space & time

Open floodgates of love to bright, blue, springs,

Then a season of sorrow ruined everything…

Where were you when winter froze?

Did you bury your head under a mountain of snow?

Or sit by the fire, warm, but all alone?

When the fog comes rolling in…

When the fog comes rolling in…

I guess that’s how the story goes…

You sing the songs that no one knows,

You live your life and you write a line,

But you can’t stop or change the time.

So you just sit back and let the fog roll in

… you need it every now and then…

… to sit back, slow & let the "Neil" sink in…

And where did all the time go…

All the time that just seems to move so slow…

… I guess I lost track of time…

Are the answers revealed in my dreams?

All coded in pictures and hidden meanings,

Or will I wake to find, its all been lost in sleep,

Or is that just the plot of my favorite movie?

And the moon sits behind a broken, grey, sky

But all that I can see are beautiful brown eyes.

I feel the warmth of your smile on a cypress breeze

& I’m lost in thought as I move through the streets,

When the fog comes rolling in…

When the fog comes rolling in…