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