I stop at the door to kiss you goodbye
I'm going off to work, for you the working week is done
after 20 years your face is still so bright
and in the morning light still seems so young
I'm walking out of here with your love this morning,
and I know how fortunate I am.
I was a traveler, blown by a storm
I had some lovers who weren't true
I lived through dark, confusing nights
I looked ahead, and saw no ray of light
anything might have happened to me
I might have thrown myself away
and never seen the sunlight on your face
and known a goodness like this day
but I'm walking out of here with your love this morning,
And now I know my way.