I am sitting in the morning
At a diner, on the comer
I am waiting st the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only half way
And before leven 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 women who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And insteadl pour mik
I open up the peper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no on I had heard of
And I'm tuming to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I realize 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 he sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that
Her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of that midnight picnic
Once upon a time before the rain began
And finish up my coffee and is time
To catch the train.
1) o narrador da história é:
( ) Just in front of a place where change clothes.
( ) at a table in a Restaurant right in front of the ladies' room
( ) possibly in a place whose wall is made of gass
( ) a place frequented by some indecent women
( ) at a restaurant observing people going to church
URGENTE!!!​