She's there waiting at the gate Painted by the dawn She's there waiting at the gate 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