Lyrics:

Toms Diner
Suzanne Vega

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

Im pretending
Not to see them
And Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
Theres a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
He was no one
I had heard of

And Im turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When Im feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

Theres 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 Im trying
Not to notice
That shes hitching
Up her skirt

And while shes
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As Im 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
Its time to catch the train