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 I open up the paper and 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 And I'm turning to the horoscope and looking for the funnies And I'm turning to the horoscope and looking for the funnies
