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