Sitting in a night café
Like a Hopper painting on a very bad day,
I'm drinking like I used to do
With a manner that you hate me to,
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 bitter ending on a day of doom,
And I'm dreaming 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,
And I'm a voyeur in a high window,
As unobserved I watch you go,
Oh no...

Sitting in an early train
On a 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 a night café,
Sitting in a night café,
Sitting in a night café,
Sitting in a night café...