Lyrics Tom Waits – On A Foggy Night

It was all upon a foggy night, an abandoned road
In a twilight mirror mirage
With no indication of any kind of service station
Or an all-night garage

It was kind of an abandoned road, in a blurred brocade collage
Is that a road motel, I can’t really tell
You gotta tell me, is that a vacancy lodge
There’s no consolation, what kind of situation
To be aimlessly askew amidst a powder blue
No tell-tale light clue

Spun just like the spell you spin
This precarious pandemonium
Roslyn, I’m stranded, all upon a foggy night

Like a sweepstakes ticket for a Broadway arcade
Heads you win, tails I lose
I’m rambling, I’m gambling
All upon a foggy night
Foggy night
Foggy night
Foggy night

You got the vice grips on my personality
It’s all upon a foggy night
All upon a foggy night
All upon a foggy night
On a foggy night