Dave Bringhurst

Quilted hills and foggy roads

Driving sunrise morning

Conceal familiar scenery

Bring to mind a warning

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Soft and warm the cotton mist

Like some enchanted blanket

Hides the ugly and the good

Makes you feel less naked

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It's a different world and it's not warm at all

There's road kill every couple of miles

While you're moving at a crawl

It settles in the lowlands it's not found up high

Like booze and bad religion it's really just a lie

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But ain't it pretty when it spills along the ground

Enticing you to come along

Where trouble can't be found

You're a different a person, no surprise that you can't see

With the tule fog behind your eyes what it does to me

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Holds you like your mother's womb

Safe from all that pass

But the haze is cold the road is wet

When you enter it at last

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From far away low lying fog

Flowing with the breeze

Invites you with a promise

Of simplifying things