B. Cowsill-Pulver
Evan by the light,
She waits to hear my shoes.
And through the night,
She reads the Street Lamp News.
You know she gets no news from me.
And when the morning comes, end of my day,
Dragging my way home.
I can feel the cold.
It whips across my face.
I think of her, she brings me back to days.
We laughed in warmer places then.
But still the morning comes, end of my day.
Lighting my way homeward.
But when I see her smiling,
Cuz I know that she loves me still.
I say we'll stay together,
Cuz I hope that we always will.
Don't leave my side, she might.
I work at night and Evan works by day.
And though I see her not at all,
She's got to know she's mine.
That's all.
You know she gets no news from me.
And when the morning comes, end of my day,
Dragging my way homeward.
But when I see her smiling,
Cuz I know that she loves me still.
I say we'll stay together
Cuz I hope that we always will.
And though I'm tired I say I'd wish you'd stay and talk to me awhile.
I smile and she tries not to look so sad.
She's off for work. I must be mad.
Evan, if you knew the things I'd like to say.
I'm here with you, though really I'm far away.
We'll try to find another way.
Another evening comes, end of her day.
Dragging her way home.