Song parody of
When the Fog Rolls In
by Train
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Driving over the bridge to give you my kiss
I know you don't love me, I know it ain't easy!
Friends become lovers, and lovers lose friends
That's when the fog rolls in!
Oh, oh, oh
I'm losing you!
Oh, oh, oh
You're losing me too!
In through the kitchen where we used to laugh,
Smells of your cooking, sounds of the past
Somehow we got older, the air just got colder
That's when the fog rolls in!
Oh, oh, oh
I'm losing you!
Oh, oh, oh
You're losing me too!
So much for sowing up
So this is growing up
Everything is going up for sale
The fog kept on rolling in
The time came to sink or swim
They say it's better to try and fail
And we tried like hell
I take a deep breath with my hand on the door
Afraid cause I'm not gonna see you anymore
These were our tender years, this was our street
All of our stop lights and all our concrete
Now it's all somebody else's to take
Until the fog rolls in
Driving over the bridge to give you my kiss
I know you don't love me, I know it ain't easy!
Friends become lovers, and lovers lose friends
That's when the fog rolls in!
Oh, oh, oh
I'm losing you!
Oh, oh, oh
You're losing me too!
In through the kitchen where we used to laugh,
Smells of your cooking, sounds of the past
Somehow we got older, the air just got colder
That's when the fog rolls in!
Oh, oh, oh
I'm losing you!
Oh, oh, oh
You're losing me too!
So much for sowing up
So this is growing up
Everything is going up for sale
The fog kept on rolling in
The time came to sink or swim
They say it's better to try and fail
And we tried like hell
I take a deep breath with my hand on the door
Afraid cause I'm not gonna see you anymore
These were our tender years, this was our street
All of our stop lights and all our concrete
Now it's all somebody else's to take
Until the fog rolls in
