text: Grey London morning
  Wet London streets
  Rain on the window
  Wind in the trees
  Its my time to write
  Its your time to call
  Theres something about distance
  That gets to us all
  Dark clouds above me
  Little people below
  All walk with a purpose
  With someplace to go
  Its my place to paint
  My own selfish scene
  On this cold lonely canvas
  Its just the weather and me
  And latitude
  Fold back the morning and bring on the night
  Theres an alien moon
  That hangs between darkness and light
  Latitude
  Between me and you
  Youre a straight line of distance
  A cold stretch 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
  And latitude
  Fold back the morning and bring on the night
  Theres an alien moon
  That hangs between darkness and light
  Latitude
  Between me and you
  Youre a straight line of distance
  A cold stretch of black across blue
  Latitude
  And latitude
  Fold back the morning and bring on the night
  Theres an alien moon
  That hangs between darkness and light
  Latitude
  Between me and you
  Youre a straight line of distance
  A cold stretch of black across blue
  Latitude
  Latitude
  Latitude
  Latitude