Tom's Diner

And instead I pour the milk on them.
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 story of an actor looking inside like she see me.
No, she does not really see me,
Because 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 way.
Oh,
This rainy will continue through the morning as I'm listening to the bells of the cathedral.
I am thinking of your voice,