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's 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

And I'm pretending not to see them and instead I pour the milk

I am waiting at the counter

I am waiting at the counter

I am waiting at the counter

I am waiting at the counter

I am wait, wait, wait

I am wait, wait, wait at somebody

I am wait, wait, wait

I am wait, wait, wait

I open up the paper, there's a story of an actor

Who had died while he was drinking

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