She woke one early Sunday morning, sleepily she looked at the time,
She could feel a change, something strange,
For a start, she’d never seen that time of day;
What struck her most, as a whole, she had no hangover at all,
Despite indulging on the drinks and being on the brink of baring her soul.

Still asleep she stumbled out of bed, tightly wrapped in her bed sheet,
Stumbling on a pile of books, she took a look,
at her little studio flat in Islington
Which her friends thought was hip but to her looked like a tip
And laughing suddenly she made a cup of tea and loved her first sip.

And all the while the sun rises
Above her
The wind sighs
The day stirs
Dawn breaks
In a cold sky
Light awakes
Into her eyes.

As a million daily thoughts ran wild into her head still there it would linger,
Just a little doubt, could not make out,
A feeling that her life had changed and
She thought the chances to be small, but he said he would call,
Though it had all seemed just a lovely dream, it had to befall.

And all the while the sun rises
Above her
The wind sighs
The day stirs
Dawn breaks
In a cold sky
Light awakes
Into her eyes.

And when the telephone did ring, her heart began to sing;
Was it gonna be a lover’s history or just one of those things?