They walk in and sit down

With their mood of the day

They read books over tea

They give tips when they pay

Butter and bread, diet Coke and cake

She takes notes, she makes no mistakes

Well daylight is fading

While traders are trading

While the jukebox is playing

The lovers are dating, the waitress is waiting

For a thing to explode

For a light to go on

For some sign to show

Her time has yet to come

She's counting the days

Until real life arrives

She's counting, two, three, four, five

And every minute feels

Just like the one before

No surprise, no twist

She wants so much more

Well daylight is fading

While traders are trading

While players are playing

The lovers are dating, the waitress is waiting

For a thing to explode

For a light to go on

For some sign to show

Her time has yet to come

She's counting the days

Until real life arrives

She's counting, two, three, four, five

When will that thing explode

When will that light go on

Just to assure her she's not wrong

She's counting the days

Until real life arrives

She's counting from nine to five

She's counting, two, three, four, five