Tom Waits – On a Foggy Night

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