There's an old woman behind the counter
Waiting for me to pay for my muffin
Waiting impatiently to see the price
Waiting to see if I could pay
She doesn't look kind, or is that my eyes?
Nervous without reason as I wait in line
And then with shaking hands
--Oh that seemed to irritate her more--
I place my muffin on the counter
She grabbed at it, still looking unkind
Making me want to bury my head
She knew.. oh she knew!
But what did she know?
What was implored behind those eyes
That my heart should scream for me to run
Confused, so very confused
And she seemed to laugh
Her eyes were laughing at me,
Telling me that confusion isn't enough to pay
Terrified, I place the money on the counter
She took it without a word
And gave me my muffin, all nice in a bag
I took it, still looking wearily at her
She now looked at the next customer
Who now looked at me
What was wrong with me?
They looked perfectly fine
I'd been able to pay for my muffin
Now it's time to go on
So out the store's doors I go...
Knowing her eyes were on me
I'm getting paranoid again...