They walk in and sit down
With their mood of the day
They read books over tea
They give tips when they pay
bu*ter and bread
Diet Coke and cake
She takes notes
She makes no mistakes
While daylight is fading
While traders are trading
While the jukebox is playing
While 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 is 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
While daylight is fading
While traders are trading
While players are playing
And lovers are dating
The waitress is waiting
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da-da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da-da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da-da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da-da
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 a**ure 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