I am in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody in
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they their hellos
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
It was no one I had heard of
And I'm to the horoscope
And for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone 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 not to notice
That she's up her skirt
And while she's her stockings
Her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
Through the morning as I'm
To the bells of the cathedral
I am of your voice...
