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 at the window, at somebody coming in "It is always nice to see you," says the man behind the counter To the woman who was coming, she is shaking her umbrella And I looked the other way as they are kissing their hellos And 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 has gotten wet Her hair has gotten wet Her hair has gotten wet Her hair has gotten wet Instead, I pour the milk