The end。     

                                

                                  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