Waitress

They walk in and sit down,
 With their mood of the day.
 They read books over tea,
 They give tips when they pay.
 Butter and bread, diet Coke and cake,
 She takes notes, she makes no mistakes.
 Well daylight is fading
 While traders are trading
 While the jukebox is playing
 The lovers are dating,
 The waitress is waiting
 For a thing to explode,
 For a light to go on,
 For some sign to show
 Her time has yet to come.
 She's counting the days
 Until real life arrives.
 She's counting: two, three, four, five
 And every minute feels
 Just like the one before
 No surprise, no twist
 She wants so much more
 Well daylight is fading
 While traders are trading
 While the jukebox is playing
 The lovers are dating,
 The waitress is waiting
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 For a thing to explode,
 For a light to go on,
 For some sign to show
 The best is yet to come.
 She's counting the days
 Until real life arrives.
 She's counting: two, three, four, five
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 When will that thing explode
 When will that light go on
 Just to assure her she's not wrong.
 She's counting the days
 Until real life arrives.
 She's counting, from nine to five
 She's counting: two, three, four, five