I was staring at a street light
Across the road behind my house
As the fog gathered around it in the night
And I sat, stone-faced, shaking inside
Like a frightened little mouse
I was sitting in the chair where you'd once been
I could smell your perfume on the pillow
But memories just remind me how lonely I am
And even though that's how I feel
It's what I'm most afraid to let you know
So I sit and watch the fog roll in
In a gentle, persistent sweep
Wondering when you might begin
To see the truth at the shallow bottom
Of a well you once thought to be so deep
Maybe the fog isn't real
Maybe we hide from ourselves
Maybe it's hidden all I feel
Amd my heart just sits and gathers dust
Like the unread books upon my shelves