Lyrics
I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour my 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 is coming, she is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they're kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, instead I pour them out
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 horoscopes and looking for the funnies
When I feel someone is watching me and so I raise my head
Oh this rain it will continue through the morning, I am listening
To the bells of the cathedral, I am thinking of your voice
And of the midnight picnic before the rain began
I finish up my coffee, it's time to catch the train