| Song | Latitude |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Made In England |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music: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 |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: 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 |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: 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 |