Welcome to my fog
There’s room for you to come right in
Welcome to my fog
I guess

Welcome to my fog
Just take my hand and be my friend
Welcome to my fog
I guess

When I was very young and still in school
The teacher would call on me and I wouldn’t know what to do
So I would say….What?
And gee, she’d never call on me again

When I go for a drive I feel lucky to be alive
The air feels so good coming off of the hood
And I don’t go very fast–I want it to last
And strangely enough, it does

Welcome to my fog
There’s room for you to come right in
Welcome to my fog
I guess

The only sound that I can hear
Is when you’re yelling in my ear
(Hey you!)
What?!
Hey Me?

Welcome to my fog
There’s room for you to come right in
Welcome to my fog
I guess

© 1985 Madsen/Greene All rights reserved. Used by permission. Best of Breed Music ASCAP

Guitars, accordion, melodica, voices, bass – GM