Black Coffee - Ed Bentley
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor 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 talkin to the shadow
One o'clock till four
And lord
How slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Feeling low as the ground
Waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
Now man was born to go a lovin'
Woman was born to weep and fret
And stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm mornin' all the mornin'
Mornin' all the night
In between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
Waiting come around
Waiting come around
Waiting come around
Now man was born to go a loving
A woman was born
To weep and fret
And stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm mooning all the morning
Moaning 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
Waiting for my baby
To come around
To come around baby
