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
 From 1 o'clock till 4
 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 dreams 2 dry
 Now a man is born to go a lovin'
 And 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
 And mourning all the night
 And in between it's nicotine
 And not much heart to fight: Black coffee
 Feelin' low as the ground
 Oh, well, it's driving me crazy
 Just waiting for my baby to maybe come around
 Now a man is born to go a lovin'
 Oh, and a woman's born to weep and fret
 To stay at home and tend her, her old oven
 And then drown her past regrets
 In coffee and cigarettes
 I'm moaning all the morning
 And I'm mourning all the night
 And in between it's nicotine
 And not much heart to fight
 Oh, black coffee
 Feelin' low as the ground
 Oh, and it's driving me crazy
 Just waiting for my baby to maybe come around
 Maybe come around