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