Dave Bringhurst
Quilted hills and foggy roads
Driving sunrise morning
Conceal familiar scenery
Bring to mind a warning
Soft and warm the cotton mist
Like some enchanted blanket
Hides the ugly and the good
Makes you feel less naked
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
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
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
From far away low lying fog
Flowing with the breeze
Invites you with a promise
Of simplifying things