Fog On the Highway
Crumpled bills on the floor,
cigarette ends and broken glass.
Black pills everywhere,
cocaine clouds puffing away on the sidewalks of this town
where naked souls and disguised fools
look for a flash of light
in the wink of a slut or a silly street fight.
...Michele's riff...
The moon is falling down,
the stars go out, the darkness comes.
And that's when I feel inside,
the black and white go side by side.
And the angel looks away
and says "I love the devil, we are the same".
Some days I feel like a saint,
some days I'm bad like Jesse James.
There's fog on the highway
that bends into the unknown.
There's fog on the highway
and hidden ways,
crossroad tales and a coming gale.
...Michele's riff...
The blame is a wicked lie,
used against the helpless minds.
Something inside my soul
is taking me, where I would not.
Tell me, what is a crime?
Sometimes justice is only a point of view.
And all your fine speeches fall
in the face of the hunger of a homeless guy
There's fog on the highway
that bends into the unknown.
There's fog on the highway
and hidden ways, crossroad tales and a coming gale.
...crescendo... fantastic... enjoy...
cigarette ends and broken glass.
Black pills everywhere,
cocaine clouds puffing away on the sidewalks of this town
where naked souls and disguised fools
look for a flash of light
in the wink of a slut or a silly street fight.
...Michele's riff...
The moon is falling down,
the stars go out, the darkness comes.
And that's when I feel inside,
the black and white go side by side.
And the angel looks away
and says "I love the devil, we are the same".
Some days I feel like a saint,
some days I'm bad like Jesse James.
There's fog on the highway
that bends into the unknown.
There's fog on the highway
and hidden ways,
crossroad tales and a coming gale.
...Michele's riff...
The blame is a wicked lie,
used against the helpless minds.
Something inside my soul
is taking me, where I would not.
Tell me, what is a crime?
Sometimes justice is only a point of view.
And all your fine speeches fall
in the face of the hunger of a homeless guy
There's fog on the highway
that bends into the unknown.
There's fog on the highway
and hidden ways, crossroad tales and a coming gale.
...crescendo... fantastic... enjoy...
Credits
Writer(s): Marco Diamantini
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