Tác giả : Tom Waits
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
on a foggy night, an abandoned road 
in a twilight mirror mirage 
with no indication of a service station 
or an all night garage, I was misinformed 
I was misdirected cause the interchange 
never intersected leaving me marooned 
beneath a bloodshot moon 
all upon a foggy night, on a foggy night 
an abandoned road, in a blurred brocade 
collage, is that a road motel? 
I can't really tell, is that what you 
might call some kind of a vacancy lodge 
cause there's no consolation, what 
kind of situation to be aimlessly skewed 
amidst a powder blue? 
no tell tail light clue 
spun like the spell you spin 
this precarious pandemonium 
I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night 
all upon a foggy night 
on a foggy night