Tom's Diner.kar

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

So 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...