They walk in and sit down
The fair 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 mistake

Well daylight is fading
The 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
The traders are trading
While players are playing
And lovers are dating
The waitress is waiting

For a thing to explode
For a light to go on
For some sign to show
Her best has 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 long
She's counting the days
Until real life arrives
She's counting from nine to five
She's counting: two, three, four, five