Fogline Lullaby

[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar, melodic guitar lead enters] [Verse 1] [male tenor vocals enter] The ocean disappeared this morning behind a wall of gray The road ends ten feet ahead and fades into the day Everything beyond the porch has been completely erased In this muffled quiet cocoon of softly falling space The world has stopped its shouting [bass and drums enter] [Chorus] The frantic noise is gone Leaving just the rhythm of the fall and me alone Time has slowed to dripping eaves and distant buoy bells A week of thick unmoving fog where quietness now dwells And in this fog-line lullaby where everything is still The deepest work gets done without the need for force or will Sometimes the quietest days, the ones that make no sound Are the ones that heal the deepest on this soft and hallowed ground [Instrumental Break] [melodic acoustic guitar solo with percussive strumming] [Verse 2] I can't see past the garden, can't hear beyond the shore Just the muffled foghorn calling every thirty seconds more The gray has wrapped around me like a blanket soft and deep Putting all my restless thoughts and worries fast asleep There's no place I should hurry to, no distance I should span Just this peaceful patient space to be exactly who I am [Chorus] The fog has forced me inside myself to stay and look around At all the quiet treasures that in noise can't still be found And in this fog-line lullaby where everything is still The deepest work gets done without the need for force or will Sometimes the quietest days, the ones that make no sound Are the ones that heal the deepest on this soft and hallowed ground [Outro] Fog-line lullaby Fog-line lullaby The quietest days do the deepest work The quietest days do the deepest work [acoustic guitar melody fades out]