Tom's Diner - The Lost Fingers

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...