Meet me in the morning

I'll have the motor running

Down icy lanes, under 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 lanes, under 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