Grey London morning, wet London streets 
Rain on the window, wind in the trees 
It's my time to write, it's your time to call 
There's something about distance that gets to us all 
 
Dark clouds above me, little people below 
All walk with a purpose with someplace to go 
It's my place to paint my own selfish scene 
On this cold lonely canvas, it's just the weather and me 
 
And latitude 
Fold back the morning and bring on the night 
There's an alien moon 
That hangs between darkness and light 
Latitude between me and you 
You're a straight line of distance 
A cold strech of black across blue 
Latitude 
 
Cracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the run 
An old poster reading "Give us your sons" 
Window frames capture moments in time 
But latitude captures the heart and the mind