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 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.