| Song | tom's diner |
| Artist | Suzanne Vega |
| Album | The Best of Suzanne Vega: Tried and True |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Suzanne Vega | |
| 作词 : Suzanne Vega | |
| 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 hellos | |
| I'm pretending | |
| Not to see them | |
| Instead | |
| I pour the milk | |
| 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 | |
| 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 the midnight picnic | |
| Once upon a time | |
| Before the rain began | |
| And I finish up my coffee | |
| And it's time to catch the train |
| zuo qu : Suzanne Vega | |
| zuo ci : Suzanne Vega | |
| 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 hellos | |
| I' m pretending | |
| Not to see them | |
| Instead | |
| I pour the milk | |
| 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 | |
| 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 the midnight picnic | |
| Once upon a time | |
| Before the rain began | |
| And I finish up my coffee | |
| And it' s time to catch the train |
| zuò qǔ : Suzanne Vega | |
| zuò cí : Suzanne Vega | |
| 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 hellos | |
| I' m pretending | |
| Not to see them | |
| Instead | |
| I pour the milk | |
| 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 | |
| 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 the midnight picnic | |
| Once upon a time | |
| Before the rain began | |
| And I finish up my coffee | |
| And it' s time to catch the train |