Man in the Fog
written: B. Leadon and G. Parsons
She calls me the man in the fog
"Take me," she says, "just one time"
Our seats our so close in the dark
And this feeling's not mine
I can't stop; this feeling's not mine
I came by her place once before
Thought I would go for a ride
I saw through the screen on the door how
Her old mama cried
She wouldn't let me inside
"My daughter is in such a fog
She seems to be under a spell
It's all I can do
Just to keep you away if I can
Soon as you're gone she'll be well"
A note came along in the mail
"Be under my window at nine"
I got up the money for bail
Baby, everything's fine
We're gonna make it this time
We can get lost in the crowd
Places we already know
Like all the parks
And the taverns where old people go
Waiting for winter's white snow