I watch her through revolving doors
Through the windows of trains
On the stairway to the second floor
On crowded street covered with rain

She rushes by and I call out her name

Somehow she disappears...

So I wait for her by the cafe light
Where strangers meet
at the end of the night
And I wait for her to come to me
The Girl in the Orange Sweater

She accidentally took my seat
Pulled off her white gloves
I was captured by the look on her face
A masterpiece of beauty and grace

Just travelers passing the time...

So I wait for her by the Cafe light
Where she missed her train and
we talked all night..
And I wait for her to come back to me
The Girl in the Orange Sweater
The Girl in the Orange Sweater

And when I close my eyes I see
a cold and lonely world
if she's not there with me...

And I wait for her to come back to me
The Girl in the Orange Sweater...