I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner | | I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee |
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue | | He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in |
"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter | | To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella |
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos | | I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk |
I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor | | Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of |
And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies | | When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head |
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me? | | No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection |
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt | | And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet |
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening | | To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice... |
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began... | | I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train |
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