sitting in the night cafe like a hopper painting on a very bad day drinking like i used to do with a manner that you hate me too 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 middle ending on a day of doom and i m dreamin 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 a voyeur in the high window as unobserved i watch you go oh no sitting in the early train on 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 the night cafe sitting in the night cafe sitting in the night cafe sitting in the night cafe