Music: Jim Barne
Good morning
What'll it be?
I'm Robin
I'll be serving you this morning
Thanks for waiting
I'll be right with you
What'll it be?
This morning:
What'll it be?
Just a morning
One more Friday in December
Same black coffee
Same cold city
Same old me
And you smile
As the morning crowd arrives
Day after day
Year after year
And you watch
As they go about their lives
While you stay here
What's happening
What'll it be?
Are you happy
Are you coming, are you going?
In the mirror
In the future
What do you see?
Is there something round the corner
In the distance?
If you're waiting
What'll it be that makes the difference?
Will you know it
When you see it
What'll it be?
And I stare
Through the windows at the world
- This bit of world
That I can see -
And I try
Not to think about that girl
Who looked like me
Who laughed
And danced
And knew what she was facing
Who believed
The world
Was hers to find a place in
And I tell myself
This year could be the right year
But we both know
This time tomorrow I'll be right here saying
Morning!
What'll it be?
I'm Robin
Waiting tables, waiting patiently
For something
Never knowing
What'll it be?
And you're fine
They say time is on your side
You'll work it out
Just let it be
And you smile
At the people going by
And they don't see
That you stand wide awake in the window at night
And you stare down the street in the flickering light
Through the wide-eyed reflection of
The girl that you might still be
At a city you can't quite see
Saying "Robin, what'll it be?"