| The other morning at the sunrise |
| When the mist is on the hills and all around |
| I saw a beautiful grey haired woman |
| On the road as I drove into town |
| Well I pulled over and I asked her |
| If I could give her a lift upon her way |
| She said no thank you I’m almost home now |
| I’ll be alright when the mist clears away |
| Let the sunlight break through the darkness |
| And let the night turn to beautiful day |
| Don’t let the shadows turn into mountains |
| You’ll be all right when the mist clears away |
| The other evening long past the sundown |
| When the neon lights are flashing in the night |
| I saw a young man sit on a door step |
| That man was a pitiful sight |
| His eyes were bloodshot, his hands were trembling |
| I hesitated as I thought I heard him say |
| I know you lose some, I hope you win some |
| You’ll be alright when the mist clears away |
| I’ve been lonely, I’ve been angry |
| Sometimes I don’t know just which way to turn |
| I’ve been lazy, I’ve been jealous |
| Sometimes you know I think I’ll never learn |
| But deep inside me if I listen |
| There’s a tiny voice that always seems to say |
| Don’t be mistaken you’re not forsaken |
| You’ll be alright when the mist clears away |
| Let the sunlight break through the darkness |
| And let the night turn to beautiful day |
| Don’t let the shadows turn into mountains |
| You’ll be all right when the mist clears away |