The night wind howls way up in the canyon. The moon comes out while fog rolls in. One more time I'm waiting for the spirit of the past. To appear and trouble me again.
A certain scent in the summertime. Of yesteryear, that would remind. . Daydream on a rainy day. Favorite tune the DJ played. Sunbeam through a window pane.
Written by R. Edelman.. . You are the one who makes me happy. When everything else turns to grey. Yours is the voice that wakes me mornings. And sends me out into the day.