Fog & Trees from Stories by Alex Balanko

I’m walking slow, fog moving through the trees
And the sky’s all clear, but there’s nothing left to see
And these words they fade, to the wind they blow away
But soft and low the voices stay

The water’s washing over
My heart’s in the sand
Feels like starting over
I don’t know who I am

And the sunlight goes, swallowed by the trees
And the wind still blows, but there’s nothing moving me
And the night grows cold, but it’s warmer than my soul
And these bones they ache, oh as I grow old

Chorus

[I’m coming back
I’m coming back, when the morning comes] x 5

I’m coming back

• Acoustic
• Vancouver