A Foggy Day - Michael Feinstein, Cheyenne Jackson

Was a stranger in the city

Out of town were the people I knew

I had that feeling of self-pity

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

The outlook was decidedly blue

But as I walked through the foggy streets alone

It turned out to be the luckiest day I’ve known

A foggy day in London Town

Had me low and had me down

I viewed the morning with alarm

The British Museum had lost its charm

How long, I wondered, could this thing last?

But the age of miracles hadn’t passed

For, suddenly, I saw you there

And through foggy London Town

The sun was shining everywhere