I am sittingIn the morningAt the dinerOn the corner
I am waitingAt the counterFor the manTo pour the coffee
And he fills itOnly halfwayAnd beforeI even argue
He is lookingOut the windowAt somebodyComing in
"It is alwaysNice to see you"Says the manBehind the counter
To the womanWho has come inShe is shakingHer umbrella
And I lookThe other wayAs they are kissingTheir hellos
And I'm pretendingNot to see themAnd insteadI pour the milk
I openUp the paperThere's a storyOf an actor
Who had diedWhile he was drinkingIt was no oneI had heard of
And I'm turningTo the horoscopeAnd lookingFor the funnies
When I'm feelingSomeone watching meAnd soI raise my head
There's a womanOn the outsideLooking insideDoes she see me?
No she does notReally see me'Cause she seesHer own reflection
And I'm tryingNot to noticeThat she's hitchingUp her skirt
And while she'sStraightening her stockingsHer hairHas gotten wet
Oh this rainIt will continueThrough the morningAs I'm listening
To the bellsOf the cathedralI am thinkingOf your voice
And of the midnight picnicOnce upon a timeBefore the rain beganAnd I finish up my coffeeAnd it's time to catch the train