Grey London morning

Wet London streets

Rain on the window

Wind in the trees

It's my time to write

It's your time to call

There's something about distance

That gets to us all



Drak clouds above me

Little people below

All walk with a purpouse

With someplace to go

It's my place to paint

My own selfish scene

On this cold lonely canvas

It's just the weather and me



And latitude

Fold back the morning and bring on the night

There's an alien moon

That hangs between darkness and light

Latitude

Between me and you

You're a straight line of distance

A cold stretch of black across the blue

Latitude



Cracks in the sidewalk

Dogs on the run

An old poster reading

'Give us your songs'

Window frames capture

Moments in time

But latitude captures

The heart and the mind



And latitude

Fold back the morning and bring on the night

There's an alien moon

That hangs between darkness and light

Latitude

Between me and you

You're a straight line of distance

A cold stretch of black across the blue

Latitude



And latitude

Fold back the morning and bring on the night

There's an alien moon

That hangs between darkness and light

Latitude

Between me and you

You're a straight line of distance

A cold stretch of black across the blue

Latitude



Latitude

Latitude

Latitude