The Fog

I smell pine in the distance Past the smell of this engine Fog covers up my line of sight It was worth all the problems We had before this fall But I ran away before you could beat me to this fight I can't see I can't see With all this fog in the distance Clouding my sick sense of judgment I can't see I can't see Oh but it's making it tough But being alone is not enough Trees line the horizon Trekking through windy roads high and My sense of right and wrong is no longer here River bend off to the left of us Vultures swoop down to claw at my dead heart But you took what was left so it should be clear I can't see I can't see With all this fog in the distance Clouding my sick sense of judgment I can't see I can't see Oh but it's making it tough But being alone is not enough I can't see I can't see With all this fog in the distance Clouding my sick sense of judgment I can't see I can't see Oh but it's making it tough But being alone is not enough