Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesomeHaven't slept a winkI walk the floor and watch the doorAnd in between I drinkBlack coffeeLove's a hand-me-down brewI'll never know a Sunday in this weekday roomI'm talking to the shadowsOne o'clock to fourAnd, Lord, how slow the moments goWhen all I do is pourBlack coffeeSince the blues caught my eyeI'm hanging out on MondayMy Sunday dream's too dryNow a man is born to go a-lovinA woman's born to weep and fretTo stay at home and tend her ovenAnd drown her past regretsIn coffee and cigarettesI'm moody all the morningAnd I'm mourning all the nightAnd in between it's nicotineAnd not much heart to fightBlack coffeeFeeling low as the groundIt's driving me crazyThis waiting for my babyTo maybe come around