Tom's Diner
Suzanne Vega


I am siting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fill 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"
say 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 a actor
Who has 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 hot 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'm thinking of your voice...