Oh baby there’s a hole
Oh baby there’s a hole
Oh baby there’s a hole in this neighborhood
Since you are gone
Fog and winter everyday
Fog and winter everyday
Fog and winter every day from across the bay
Since you are gone
The fog roars in on tiger feet
It covers the block so I can’t see
From the balcony above
From the balcony above
From the balcony among the many, many
Maybe I see my love
Now I’m weaving through the crowd
Now I’m weaving through the crowd
Now I’m weaving through the crowd
Like a Royal Mountie I’m after you
Your head turns around but it’s not you
The street opens up and my heart falls through
There’s a hole in this city since you are gone
There’s a hole in this city since you are gone