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 pa**ing 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