Tom＇s diner - Karmah
I am thinking of your voice'
And of burning like bling bling
Once upon a time'
Before the rain began
As morning people start getting busy
Look at them' it's just so crazy
They all trap sour' by their race
To even recognize their mother's face
Business is all they really care of'
Dead lies sadly all their lives
While my mind is be in corner'
By a smaller world in a coffee
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 hello's
And I'm pretending not to see them'
Instead I pour the milk
And then suddenly the world just freeze'
Like someone called curtains up
And they're playing different comedies'
On the same stage in the very same time
Nothing seemes to be important'
While I watch lives passing by
Everything seemes now so distant'
From this time your world in this coffee time
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 is getting wet