Tom's Diner I'm setting in the morning At the diner, on the corner I'm 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's always nice to see you said the man behind the counter to the woman who has come in she is shaking her umbrella I look the other way as they are kissing in their hellos I'm pretending not to see them instead i pour the milk. I open up the paper their a story of an actor. Who had dead while he was drinking . It was no one i had heard of. when i'm feeling someone watching me and so i raise my head. bla bla