What'll It Be

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? Another morning, another seven blocks to work Another Friday, another winter Another me And everybody says you got your head screwed on all right Everybody says "hey girl, you comin' dancing tonight?" And you smile that smile, and they don't see That you're waiting For something What'll it be? What's happening? What'll it be? Are you happy? Are you coming, are you going? In the morning, in the mirror What d'you see? Is there something round the corner, in the distance? If you're changing, what'll it be that makes the difference? Will you notice, will you feel it What'll it be? And everybody comes to you with all their dreams and blues Everybody says "hey girl, I wanna be in your shoes You got it all figured out", but 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?"