she's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn. She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn. She says good morning, i smile and say the same. She's stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain. As i turn to wave to her i wish i could remain. She [-eee ] 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's stands waiting at the gate a picture in my brain.