Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

and in between I drink

black coffee

love's a hand-me-down brew

I'll never know a sunday

in this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows

one o'clock to four

and lord, how slow the moments go

when all I do is pour

black coffee

since the blues caught my eye

I'm hanging out on monday

my sunday dream's too dry

now, a man is born to go a-loving

a woman's born to weep and fret

to stay at home and tend her oven

and drown her past regrets

in coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning

mourning all the night

and in between, it's nicotine

and not much heart to fight

black coffee

feeling low as the ground

it's driving me crazy

just waiting for my baby

to maybe come around