I watch her through revolving doors

Through the windows of trains

On the stairway to the second floor

On crowded street covered with rain

She rushes by and I call out her name



Somehow she disappears...



So I wait for her by the cafe light

Where strangers meet 

at the end of the night

And I wait for her to come to me

The Girl in the Orange Sweater



She accidentally took my seat

Pulled off her white gloves

I was captured by the look on her face

A masterpiece of beauty and grace



Just travelers passing the time...



So I wait for her by the Cafe light

Where she missed her train and

we talked all night..

And I wait for her to come back to me

The Girl in the Orange Sweater

The Girl in the Orange Sweater



And when I close my eyes I see

a cold and lonely world

if she's not there with me...



And I wait for her to come back to me

The Girl in the Orange Sweater...