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
And 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...