I am
In the
At the
On the
For the man
To the coffee
And he it
Only
And before
I even
He is looking
Out the
At somebody
in
"It is
Nice to you"
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the
Who has come in
She is
Her
And I look
The other way
As they are
Their hellos
I'm
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the
I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an
Who had
he was drinking
It was no one
I had of
And I'm
And looking
For the
When I'm feeling
watching me
And so
I my head
There's a woman
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
see me
Cause she sees
Her reflection
And I'm trying
Not to
That she's
Up her
And while she's
her
Her hair
Has wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
the morning
As I'm listening
Of the
I am thinking
Of your voice...
And of the picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain ...
I up my coffee
It's time to the train
And God I know I'm one