al stewart
end of the day
And in the evening when the day goes down She leaves the bright house lights Stands and watches with her coat pulled around At torches light the western skies  Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well Other times not much at all They live their lives in some familiar spell And catch each other when they fall  Nothing lasts, well she knows, try to hang on When it's gone, you'll be burned Fashions and friends come and go Everyone travels that road in their turn  She wants to run out where the day meets the night Far beyond these midwest farms But she'll be with him till the day she finds A stranger lying in her arms