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 halfway

And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At [bad word] in

"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who [bad word] in
She is shaking her umbrella

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
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 turning 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 is getting wet

Oh, this rain - it 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...

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train