Mourning Fog (feat. Peter Morén)

Whatchya doing

Oh not much

Then come on the road with us

Hell ya, Can I shoot the band

You know I got this new lens

Sat on the stage and watched Neil Young

Think of you when I hear those songs

We stayed up all night for an early flight

Walked the blocks, caught the Chinatown bus

Soaked right through to our socks

Ya we barely made it on

In a blink we're gone

Reminiscing of our time on Commonwealth Ave

I would ring him

Oh the days of making me laugh

And If he were here standing in front of me with his Leica like a spile I'd smile

All summer long

Reno nine hundred and eleven

Let's take the train up north to Rockport

I still forget that I can't just call you up

You disappeared in a mourning fog

In a blink you were gone

My friend Jared listened until it went blank

I was living in Paris, glistened and strolling the bank

And If you were there standing in front of me with your Leica like a spile I'd smile

JC, we were eighteen down in Southie with our green hoodies

My friend Jared listened until it went blank

I was living in Paris glistened and strolling the bank

And if you were there standing in front of me with your Leica like a spile I'd smile

My friend Jared listened until it went blank

I was living in Paris glistened and strolling the bank

And if he were here standing in front of me with his Leica like a spile I'd smile