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 beforeI 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