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 fadin'

When the trader is trading
While the jukebox is playin'
The lovers are datin',

The waitress is waitin'...

For a thing to explode,

For a light to go on,

For some sign to show
Her time has yet to come.

She's countin' the days

Until real life arrives.

She's countin': two three four five
And every minute feels
Just like the one before
No surprise, no twist
She wants so much more
While players are playin'
And lovers are datin',
Her best has yet to come.
When will that thing explode
When will that light go on
Just to assure her she's not long.
She's countin', from nine to five
She's countin': two three four five.