No she does not really see me
And I look the other way
Her hair has gotten wet
And while she's straightening her stockings
It was no one I had heard of
As they are kissing their hellos
Oh, this rain, it will continue
I am thinking of your voice
And before I even argue
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And so I raise my head
For the man to pour the coffee
And I finish up my coffee
He is looking out the window
There's a woman on the outside
She is shaking her umbrella
Through the morning as I'm listening
And I'm trying not to notice
I open up the paper
And looking for the funnies
There's a story of an actor
And of the midnight picnic
And I'm pretending not to see them
To the bells of the cathedral
That she's hitching up her skirt
I am waiting at the counter
Who had died while he was drinking
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
"It is always nice to see you"
At somebody coming in
'Cause she sees her own reflection
Once upon a time before the rain began
And instead I pour the milk
Looking inside, does she see me?
And he fills it only halfway
