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 in before I even argue He is looking out the window at somebody coming in It is always nice to see who sits 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 am pretending not to see them and instead I pour the milk And instead I pour the milk And instead I pour the milk And instead I pour the milk And instead I pour the milk And instead I pour the milk
