Tom's Diner

I am siting in the morning at the diner on the corner

I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee

And he fill 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"

say 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 a actor

Who has 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 hot 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'm thinking of your voice...