I'm feeling kind of lonely
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
1 o'clock to 4
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To [bad word] around

Now is a man born to go a lovin'
And is a woman's born to weep and fret
And stay at home tend her oven
Drown her past regrets
With coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much hard to fight
Black Coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To [bad word] around