One comes running on a silver plane, One comes providin' everything again. One comes only when it's safe to pray, One comes always just a little to late. Sunday morning coming cold and grey, Someone at the door keeps calling my name. Wish that I could tell it all to go away, Riding every night through the storms of fate. I've been waitin', I've been holdin', I've been thinkin' I can't take it anymore; Can't run away. I been lonely, I've been broken, I've been thinkin' I can't take another day, Till you come again. One comes riding on a quiet day,coming with the power of a fallen wing When she comes to touch your lonely face, Love her in the night time full of grace.