///*****/// [Intro] Wipers on a windshield And a city going soft [Verse 1] There is a diner on the corner That is open till it's not And a waitress reading paperbacks And a coffee going cold And I come here after midnight When the flat is much too loud With its silence and its ceiling And its photographs on the ground And I sit in the same booth With my back against the glass And I watch the whole world going by And I let the whole thing pass [Pre-Chorus] And it is not that I am lonely In the way the word suggests It is more that I am waiting For a thing I cannot guess [Chorus] There is rain on the neon And it makes the whole street bleed Red and blue and running Down the window down to me And I am not unhappy And I am not anywhere near fine There is rain on the neon And I am killing the whole night There is rain on the neon [Verse 2] There was a woman here on Thursday With a suitcase and a coat And she asked to share the booth And she never said a thing at all For about an hour and a quarter And we sat there like old friends And she drank the coffee slowly And she watched the traffic bend And then she stood and said thank you Like I'd given her a gift And she walked out into the weather And the door swung on its hinge [Pre-Chorus] And I think about her often And I never got her name And that was the best hour of my year And I do not think that is strange [Chorus] There is rain on the neon And it makes the whole street bleed Red and blue and running Down the window down to me And I am not unhappy And I am not anywhere near fine There is rain on the neon And I am killing the whole night There is rain on the neon [Verse 3] The waitress is called Vera And she has been here nineteen years And she asks about my mother And she never asks the rest And last November when I did not come For a fortnight or a bit She called the number on my tab And she said she noticed it And I said I had the flu And she said that she was glad And I hung up in the hallway And I sat down on the stairs [Pre-Chorus] Because somebody had noticed In a city of eight million And I did not know I needed it Until it came [Bridge] There is a kind of church at 3 a.m. With a jukebox and a grill Where the broken and the shift workers Sit quietly and are still And nobody asks a question And everybody's healed a bit [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] So there is rain on the neon And it makes the whole street shine Red and blue and running Down the window down to mine And I am not unhappy And I am getting close to fine There is rain on the neon And I am not killing time There is rain on the neon [Coda] So if you see me in the window Somewhere after half past two Come and share the booth a while You do not have to speak it through Just sit there in the neon Let the coffee go to cold There is nothing quite so warm As two strangers in the world [Outro] Wipers on a windshield And a city going soft And a light left on for nobody And it is enough
