Instant Coffee Blues - Guy Clark
Now he washed all the road dirt
From his face and from his neck
Sat down at her table
And she picked up his check
And she took him home for reasons
That she did not understand
And him he had the answers
But he did not show his hand
Cause him may knew the taste
Of this wine very well
It all goes down so easily
But the next day is hell
Morning man was I drunk
She whispered in the shower
While he lay there and smoked
His way there through the final hour
She felt wholly empty
Like she'd felt it every time
And he was feeling just the same
Accept he was trying to make it rhyme
Time was of the essence so they both did their best
To meet up in the kitchen feeling fully dressed
She just had to go to work
And he just had to go
And she knew where and he knew how
To blow it off and so
They shot the breeze quite cavalier
To the boiling of the pot
And sang the Instant Coffee Blues
And never fired a shot
And him he hit the driveway with his feelings in a case
And her she hit the stop light and touched up her face
So you tell them the difference between caring and not
And that it's all done with mirrors lest they forgot
I said it's all done with mirrors of which they have none
To blend the instant coffee blues into the morning sun
