| Song | Tom's Diner |
| Artist | Suzanne Vega |
| Artist | Dna |
| Album | True Nineties |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Vega, Suzanne | |
| 作曲 : Vega, Suzanne | |
| 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 is getting 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 |
| zuo ci : Vega, Suzanne | |
| zuo qu : Vega, Suzanne | |
| 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 is getting 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 |
| zuò cí : Vega, Suzanne | |
| zuò qǔ : Vega, Suzanne | |
| 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 is getting 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 |