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

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

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