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 till four

And Lord how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour black coffee

Since the blues caught my eyes

I'm hanging out on Monday

my Sunday dreams to 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 moaning all the morning

moaning 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

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around