Winter morning
It's cold and it's dawning
You are walking
The long way home
With your head bent low
Maybe I'm someone you know
The night is over
And you look cold
A window is open
Curtains open
You look at me
To see if I look at you
Gently you pull your
new dress on
You look good
You look young
Between the moon and the sun
Between the dream
And another day's run
You see the faces
Of forgotten friends
You hear the rousing voice
Of an old flame