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-lovin'
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
And I'm 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