They walk in and sit down,
 The fair mood of the day.
 They read books over tea,
 They give tips when they pay.
 Butter and bread, diet Coke and cake,
 She takes notes, she makes no mistake.

 Well daylight is fadin'
 Which way does the tray go?
 While the jukebox is playin'
 The lovers are datin',
 The waitress is waitin'...

 For a thing to explode,
 For a light to go on,
 For some sign to show
 Her time has yet [bad word] 
 She's countin' the days
 Until real life arrives.
 She's countin': two three four five

 And every minute feels
 Just like the one before
 No surprise, no twist
 She wants so much more

 Well daylight is fadin'
 Which way does the tray go?
 While players are playin'
 And lovers are datin',
 The waitress is waitin'...

 For a thing to explode,
 For a light to go on,
 For some sign to show
 Her best has yet [bad word] 
 She's countin' the days
 Until real life arrives.
 She's countin': two three four five

 When will that thing explode
 When will that light go on
 Just to assure her she's not long.
 She's countin' the days
 Until real life arrives.
 She's countin', from nine to five
 She's countin': two three four five.