Jack Hayter Blind Man's Fog
There's a mackerel sky tells snow tomorrow
But i know it will just get colder
She is warm and lovely strange but true
It makes me ill but i still follow
Through dark shops with eyes like saucers
It makes me ill but i still follow
She's got eyes like p*** holes in the snow
Will melt right through you
So we go
And a blind man's fog has got me stranded
I'm away with Jimmy Shand and I'm dancing on air
Once again that Christmas madness
Black ice white fog and fear
So passion dies
Routine sets in
The novelty of secret sin
Still leads us on and drags us in
To sad cafes and clouded bars
Past Northern lights and shooting stars
Perhaps she'll take me home tonight
Past Carlisle and through the borders
We'll be there before last orders
Legions once lost around here
Romans in the gloaming
Let's pull crackers, let's drink sherry
Lets get plastered and be very
True to all we ever said and never meant to do
But a blind man's fog has got me stranded
I'm away with Jimmy Shand and I'm dancing on air
Once again that Christmas madness
Black ice white fog and fear