On a grey October day before the mist has burned away
She's waiting for his letter to arrive and hopes that it will say
When they'll meet again, it took so long to rearrange
She thinks he will not love her any more, she's had to change
He's waiting for the moment, the perfect moment to arrive
He thinks that if he waits for long enough the feelings will survive
He's putting off the day when they meet, it's been so long
He thinks she will not love him any more, but hopes he's got it wrong
Grey October day
And the days just follow drifting, every one a wasted day
As the moment right for talking disappears the less they say
And the space between them deepens and the mist won't blow away
As they stand in separation, oh so sad, and drift away
Grey October day
Grey October day
Grey October day
Grey October day
Grey October day