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