Out Of The fog lyrics

It's time to find her only son
Chained up to a tree
To try and save the ancient forest
From the logging industry
And Johnny was a smart old handsome
Wrapped around a log
And but he holds himself for ransom
Steps out of the fog

Forgot to call the reporters
Forgot to tell the news

And now he's gone but it sis still there
With a little white cross below it
A sacrifice park, a mile square
Forgotten by those who know it
But every once in a while a woman comes
Dressed in a black lace curtain
To offer pride and guilt for hеr son
Both of which uncertain

Forgot to call the reportеrs
Forgot to tell the news
Forgot to lend a chance to live
In someone else's shoes
Sometimes a passion seems it's useless
To get where you want to go
But just a passion must be ruthless
All them things you know

Forgot to call the papers
Perhaps the plan was found
But he makes a deadly tabloid
What was left was found

His love took a course in marriage
But never wondered why
Her classy horse and carriage
Took her kid for the ride, for the ride

Forgot to call the papers
Perhaps the plan was found
But he makes a deadly tabloid
What was left, what was left was found