They walk in and sit down
With their 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 mistakes
While daylight is fading
While traders are trading
While the jukebox is playing
While lovers are dating
The waiter 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 2, 3, 4, 5
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
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 best is yet to come
She's counting the days
Until real life arrives
She's counting 2, 3, 4, 5
When will that thing explode
When will the light go on
Just to assure her she's not wrong
She's counting the days
Until real life arrives
She's counting from nine to five
She's counting 2, 3, 4, 5