Misty Street

Walking up and down a misty street
looking for my baby

All the lonely hours we should meet
All alone and yet maybe

Oh, the solemn shepherds crook
His flock is under water

And all I hear is the siren song
Of the loathsome millers daughter

Hold onto your windmill cause it won't survive the storm
And I'll play my drum when the thunder is done so that
we can go outside

Fade out into the fog and breath
In the nightmares calling out
I'm left under the lamppost
Waiting for a sign from the sky and I waste
My time watching the streets flood
Fall beneath the line I'm going under
Crooked train tracks
Sparks fly like shards of thunder

Hold onto your windmill cause it won't survive the storm
And I'll play my drum when the thunder is done so that
We can go outside
Hold onto your windmill cause it won't survive the storm
And I'll play my drum when the thunder is coming and
Never go outside