Fog

Fog dug in
 Set to stay
 Keeping all away
 Autumn wind
 Drying lips
 Waking business
 People shout on the streets outside
 Thick moon hanging in the air tonight
 Sirens wailing alive, alive
 Keep in contact with the corners of eyes
 Stripped of luck wrong place wrong time
 Marker to marker draws a country line
 We could find a quiet place
 Out here where the soil is good
 Mr stand fast
 Mr worldly wise
 Avoid the slough of despond
 Beige book says
 Spending is down
 On the ship Ford Maddox Brown
 You could call it a family thing
 You could say its done nothing at all
 Ebb and flow if you want to
 Don't be afraid to just go
 Stripped of luck wrong place wrong time
 Marker to marker draws a country line
 We could find a quiet place
 Out here where the soil is good