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

Well daylight is fadin'

When the trader is trading

While players are playin'

And lovers are datin'

The waitress is waitin'

For a thing to explode

For a light to go on

For some sign to show

Her best has yet to come

She's countin' the days

Until real life arrives

She's countin' 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 countin' the days

Until real life arrives

She's countin' from nine to five

She's countin' two three four five