Fog City
Tim Presley
Fog city, dry cleaning
It’s right up the stairs
Don’t be scared, many go there
But they’re usually prepared
I have love in a freezer
It’s only for you
Hope you can get a job
That no one else can do
You have French features
And I want you to laugh
There’s always a danger in leaving the past
Fog city, dry cleaning
It’s right up the stairs
Don’t be scared, many go there
But they’re usually prepared
Oh past
Past, past, past
Past, past, past
Past, past, past
There’s always a danger in leaving the past
Always a danger in leaving the past
Always a danger in leaving the past