Tom’s Diner (DNA mix)

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


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


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...

Writer(s): Michael Stipe, Suzanne Vega

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