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