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.

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