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.