On a Foggy Night - Tom Waits

    On a foggy night, an abandoned road
    in a twilight mirror mirage
    with no indication of a service station
    or an all night garage, I was misinformed
    I was misdirected cause the interchange
    never intersected leaving me marooned
    beneath a bloodshot moon
    all upon a foggy night, on a foggy night
    an abandoned road, in a blurred brocade
    collage, is that a road motel?
    I can't really tell, is that what you
    might call some kind of a vacancy lodge
    cause there's no consolation, what
    kind of situation to be aimlessly skewed
    amidst a powder blue?
    no tell tail light clue
    spun like the spell you spin
    this precarious pandemonium
    I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night
    all upon a foggy night
    on a foggy night

    Marco Giunco
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