She Says Good Morning

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 mourning 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 (good morning, good morning)