Sinéad Oconnor – Black Coffee Lyrics

Im feeling mighty lonesome
Havent slept a wink
I walk the floor
I watch the door

And in-between, I drink
Black coffee
Loves a hand-me-down broom
Ill never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

Im talking to the shadows
One oclock til four
And Lord, how slow
The moments go

When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
Im hangin out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry

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

Im moaning all the morning
Mourning all the night
And in-between its nicotine
And not much heart to fight

Oh, coffee
Feeling low as the ground
Its driving me crazy, this
Waitin for my baby
To maybe come around