Fog Banks

Misty clouds, drifting down
They sweep through our village
Without a sound
You stand by the window staring out
Into the valley

Grey gives in to grey
Everything is veiled today
But the mountaintops
Are still bright spots
Somewhere above us

Something’s looming in your eyes
A distant horizon I don’t recognize
I just can’t reach you no matter how I try
We’re becoming strangers
Grey gives in to grey
Everything is veiled today
But the mountaintops
Are still bright spots
Somewhere above us

Nothing here’s the same
When you seem so far away
I don’t understand
But I’ll hold your hand
While we wait for the sun