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Walking Thru the Fog - Elis Country Soul
My vision is a haze
and my breath is getting short
Like a battered old ship
trying to find the port
The streetlights are just blurs
in the middle of the white
As I disappear slowly
into the middle of the night
The saxophone is growling
a deep and steady moan
As I walk this final mile
completely on my own
I'm not afraid of the darkness
I'm not afraid of the deep
I'm just looking for a place
where a tired man can sleep
My legs are getting heavy
and my heart is getting slow
But I've still got a little bit of distance
left to go
The flute is like a lighthouse
calling from the shore
Telling me I don't have to struggle
anymore
Walking through the fog
Walking through the gray
Leaving all the troubles of the world
far away
It's a soul jazz journey
a hundred percent blue
Heading for the sunset
and heading for the truth
Walking through the fog
Walking through the gray
Leaving all the troubles of the world
far away
It's a soul jazz journey
a hundred percent blue
Heading for the sunset
and heading for the truth