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.