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

Of one o'clock before

And Lord how slow the months ago

When all I do is pour

Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hanging out on the move

My Sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go loving

A woman's born to weep and fret

To stay home and tend her oven

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

I'm leaving on 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

This waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

To maybe come around