Tom's Diner

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