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 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    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