Tom’s Diner

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

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

And I'm pretending not to see them

And instead I pour the milk

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

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

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

Thank you

Thanks

Well, thanks

That's how I used to start every show

You guys were hardly even breathing

I didn't even hear you breathe!

So we're gonna continue

All right