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 Im pretending Not to see them Instead I pour the milk
I open Up the paper Theres a story Of an actor Who had died While he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And Im turning To the horoscope And looking For the funnies When Im feeling Someone watching me And so I raise my head
Theres 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 Im trying Not to notice That shes hitching Up her skirt And while shes Straightening her stockings Her hair Is getting wet
Oh, this rain It will continue Through the morning As Im listening To the bells Of the cathedral I am thinking Of your voice...