Toms Dinner — текст песни (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

Instead

I pour the milk



I open

Up the paper

Theres a story

Of an actor



Who had died

While he was drinking

It 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