Seconds, minutes, months and years, I had been waiting through joys and tears.
For an angel to fall from heaven, for a woman to love at first sight.
We met on a cold and rainy night, on a platform in a small station,
I approached her -thank you old lady- feeling a bit of anxiety,
She was the bass player at the party, I said ‘hi’ and so did she reply.
For seconds, minutes, months and years, I’ve been missing this love of your mother’s.