I'm feeln' mighty lonesome, havn't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door and in between I dring black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down broom
I'll never know a sundy, in this weekday room

I'm talkin' 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 hangin' out on monday my sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin', a woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and rend her oven
And drown her past regrets in coffee and sigarettes

I'm moonin' all the mornin' and mournin' all the night
And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby, to maybe come a round