Standing behind the counter   Making all kinds of mistakes   Woody Allen couldn't have made a funnier film than you   Standing there pushing, pushing   Winter off of autumn    Sweeping sunlight off the sidewalk   On the pavement in the park      Hiding behind my scarf   I'm making rude comments to myself   Playing that I'm Mr. Invisible   Nobody sees me   Leaning there saying, saying   I'm just another voice in an ocean of voices   Thankful      Happy mood swings softly   While you put in a half-day's work   I'm just waking up and shaking   The sleep out of my hair   Leaning there saying, saying   I don't want to take the time   To work things out, I'm so lazy   Thankful