Meet Me in the Morning (New York Live Demo)

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