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 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 stands, waiting at the gate
A picture in my brain