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 half way and before I even argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It's always nice to see you." says the man behind the couter
to the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are kisssing thier hellos
And 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 turnning 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 rainin' 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
And I finish up my coffee and it's time to catch the train
dada dada dada dada...