I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I'm 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

It is always nice to see you?
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

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 has gotten 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 and I finish up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train