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 And instead I pour the milk And 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 has gotten 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... And of the midnight picnic Once upon a time before the rain began... I finish up my coffee It¡¦s time to catch the train Da da da da...
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 And instead I pour the milk
And 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 has gotten 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...
And of the midnight picnic Once upon a time before the rain began... I finish up my coffee It¡¦s time to catch the train
Da da da da...