Meet me in the morning
I ll have the motor running
Down icy lanesunder a glass blue sky
This is living
This is living
I haven t come to be a stranger
I haven t come to break your home
I haven t come to harm your children
I ve come to be your love
Don t let the grass grow under your feet
The sands of times keep running
For now at last I m down on the street
With the engine running
Meet me in the evening
I ll have the log fire burning
Down frosty lanesunder a darkening sky
This is living
This is living
I haven t come to be a stranger
I haven t come to break your home
I haven t come to harm your children
I ve come to be your love

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