Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door 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 shadow One o'clock to four And Lord, how slow the moments go And 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 man is born to come a loving And a woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm mourning all the morning Mourning all the night And in between, it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black coffee Feeling low as the ground It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby 'Til he come around I'm talking to the shadow One o'clock to four And Lord, how slow the moments go And 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 man is born to come a loving And a woman's born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm mourning all the morning Mourning all the night And in between, it's nicotine And not much hard to fight Black coffee Feeling low as the ground It's driving me crazy this waiting for my baby 'Til he come around 'Til he come around 'Til he come around 'Til he come around, mm 'Til he come around