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-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 --- Black Coffee - Sarah Harmer and Jason Euringer