she's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.

She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn.



She says good morning, i smile and say the same.



She's stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain.

As i turn to wave to her i wish i could remain.



She [-eee ] says good morning.









She's there waiting at the gate warming all she sees.



Threading through a web of gas the rain precedes the storm,

Coughing on my way to work her smile keeps me warm



She said good morning i smiled and said the same.



She's stands waiting at the gate a picture in my brain.