One More Cup of Coffee

I saw your face behind the counter of this neat little old diner in some small town on Saturday.
The building façade was fresh brick and has those huge tilted window panes with vibrant red trim.
I swore it was just bright and sunny outside, with clear skies; when I drove by
I noticed this girl who obviously could not be you, tending a retro-style coffee bar.
In that instant the sky cracked and started pouring rain;
when I left that city, it stopped raining.
Please please please let me bring you to this diner someday.