Suzanne Vega - Tom's Dinner

I*** sittingIn the morningAt the dinerOn the
corner...I*** waitingAt the counterFor the manTo
pour the coffeeAnd he fills itOnly halfwayAnd
beforeI even argueHe is lookingOut the windowAt
somebodyComing in"It is alwaysNice to see
you"Says the manBehind the counterTo the
womanWho has come inShe is shakingHer umbrellaAnd
I lookThe other wayAs they are kissingTheir
hellosI'm pretendingNot to see themAnd
InsteadI pour the milkI openUp the
paperThere's a storyOf an actorWho had
diedWhile he was drinkingHe was no oneI had heard
ofAnd I'm turningTo the horoscopeAnd
lookingFor the funniesWhen I'm feelingSomeone
watching meAnd soI raise my headThere's a
womanOn the outsideLooking insideDoes she see
me?No she does notReally see meCause she seesHer
own reflectionAnd I'm tryingNot to noticeThat
she's hitchingUp her skirtAnd while
she'sStraightening her stockingsHer hairIs
getting wetOh, this rainIt will continueThrough
the morningAs I'm listeningTo the bellsOf the
cathedralI*** thinkingOf your voice...And of the
midnight picnicOnce upon a timeBefore the rain
began...I finish up my coffeeIt's time to
catch the train