Black Coffee Sinéad O'Connor

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor
I watch the door
And in-between, I drink
Black coffee
Love's a 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 hangin' out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry

Now man is born to go a-lovin'
And woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend
Her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes