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