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