Night Café

Sitting in the night cafe Like a Hopper painting on a very bad day Drinking like I used to do, with a Manner that you hate me too, and then People come and people go, but Who they are I'll never know, and I'm Unaware of what they say and I I really don't care anyway, oh no Sitting in an empty room, at the Middle ending on a day of doom, and I'm Dreamin' like I used to do, of the Way it was when I met you, and the Memories they come and go, like Shadows on the stair below A voyeur in the high window, as Unobserved I watch you go, oh no Sitting in the early train, on Sunday morning and it's pouring rain, and I'm Dying like I used to do with a Head and heart so full of you, and then Feelings come and feelings go, but When they stop I'll never know, and I'm Unaware of what you say, and I I really don't care anyway, oh no Sitting in the night cafe Sitting in the night cafe Sitting in the night cafe Sitting in the night cafe