In A Misty Morning

I came into town on a Monday morning The tall buildings breaking up the city sky The streets were wet it had just been pouring Like the clouds above the storm just had to cry I trained my eye on a police cruiser I watched and I gulped as he passed me by I looked around to see the street lights changing And a voice down deep inside me asked me why Running through my thoughts Were the memories of the days that I had left behind Way down in my soul were the hope That better days were always there to find The fog rolled in and the lights grew dimmer And the sound of the city streets seemed amplified In the misty morning when it had just been pouring Like the clouds above the storm just had to cry Like the clouds above the storm just had to cry --- In a Misty Morning - Gene Clark