Cécile McLorin Salvant
Fog
Love appears just like the fog
Sometimes I try to recall
The feeling that I could fall
All at once
I see
I’m alone
I’m free
Who knew that I’d miss the mist
The mist must have evanesced

But, oh
That distant calling
That yearning to yin
That longing to lean in
Someone to call my own
It's now returning
And how bizarre that it's for someone new
For someone who really seems to be the one someone to
Somehow remind me of you

Pitter patter, pitter patter
Rain on my window, my world was very small when I had you
What's the matter, what's the matter?
Tears on my pillow
Why would I be surprised?
He tells me pretty lies
I tried to find a man who's just like you
Heartaches like these
Are trite and true, he's just like you
He comes and goes
He never knows he's in midair
He doesn't care
What subterfuge what ruse
To hold him and keep him beseeching
But why try to catch a fog disappearing into sky?