Black Coffee - Jacqui Naylor

Feeling mighty lonesome
I 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
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 hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a loving
A woman's born to weep and to fret
To stay at home and tend to her oven
Drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my man
To come around
Now a man is born to go a loving
A woman's born to weep and to fret
To stay at home and tend to her oven
Just drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
And I'm moody all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
Maybe come around
Driving me crazy and waiting for my man
To come around