BLACK COFFEE
Sinead O'Connor

I'm feeling mighty lonesome,
haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch
the door and in between
I drink black coffee
Love's hand me down broom
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talking to the shadows
One o'clock till 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 fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moaning all the morning
And mourning 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
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around