Latitude - Elton John

Grey London morning, wet London streets

Rain on the window, wind in the trees

It’s my time to write, it’s your time to call

There’s something about distance that gets to us all

Dark clouds above me, little people below

All walk with a purpose with someplace to go

It’s my place to paint my own selfish scene

On this cold lonely canvas, it’s just the weather and me

And latitude

Fold back the morning and bring on the night

There’s an alien moon

That hangs between darkness and light

Latitude between me and you

You’re a straight line of distance

A cold strech of black across blue

Latitude

Cracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the run

An old poster reading «Give us your sons»

Window frames capture moments in time

But latitude captures the heart and the mind