The morning comes with soft grey fingers
Touching the room, ghostly slides around the walls
Brushing the face on the pillow, lightly touching her shawl
At six o'clock, the bell is screaming
Splinters the air, pressing through into her sleep
Making her think of the morning and the dream she can't keep
Slides out of bed, feels her heart and slips on her slippers
Ruffles her hair, nobody there
The window blinks and looks at morning for one to share

The kettle sings its song of sorrow
Could have been joy, didn't have a chance to care
For he had gone before morning, had no longing to share
She'd cleaned the room and kissed the flowers
Labour of love, didn't even say goodbye
Taken his hat from the hallway, leaving her there to cry
No getting away, she had to go to the office
So powder your nose, nobody knows
The doorway grins and let's in morning for one to share

She walks the street with tiny footsteps
People go by, doesn't ever see the sky
Clutches her coat tight around her, trying hard not to cry
The station yawns as people hurry
Press past the doors, crowding tight onto the stairs
Suddenly he's there beside her, can't he feel how she cares?
He's turned, must have seen her pushing past them to reach him
He hurries away, what can he say?
She stands alone, all wrapped in morning for one to share