Who's a better group?

[Maynard]

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 comming 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
and I'm pretending not to see them
and 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 horoscopes
and looking for the funnies
when I'm feeling someone's 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 realy see me,
cuz she sees her own reflecion

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

...and I'm thinking of your voice

...and 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