In the coffee house I went,
Sat down with my coffee,
Got my book out
And started reading.
I looked up and saw him,
Saw this old man sitting,
Sitting in the corner
Drinking his coffee,
Reading a book.
I read some more of my book,
Drank some coffee,
And looked up once more.
There looking at me
Was that old man.
I nodded and smiled
He did the same.
That was when I knew,
I knew who that old man was,
That old man will be me.