Out of the fog
And into the sunshine
Out of the darkness
And into the light
Like two little birds
We'll migrate south for the winter
Tired of cold, foggy weather
Freezing our poor little feathers
Out of the fog
And into the sunshine
Out of the darkness
Into the light
Light
Fly down Interstate 5
One hundred, two hundred
Three hundred, four hundred miles...
Out of the fog
And into the sunshine
Out of the darkness
Into the light
Light
So...
Away we go
Out of the fog
We'll find a new home
We'll find a new home
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