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I drink good coffee every morning |
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It comes from a place that's far away |
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And when I'm done, |
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I feel like talking |
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Without you here, there is less to say |
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But I don't want you thinking |
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I'm unhappy |
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What is closer to the truth |
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That if I lived till |
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I was hundred and two |
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I just don't think, |
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I'll ever get over you |
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I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey' |
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Cause it always leads me to that room |
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Another day spent drunk and weeping |
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It's not my idea of a pleasant afternoon |
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But I can now say, |
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I'm no longer lonely' |
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Cause I shook the hand of time and |
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I knewThat if |
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I lived till |
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I could no longer climb my stairs |
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I just don't think, |
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I'll ever get over you |
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Your face it dances and it haunts me |
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Your laughter's still ringing in my ears |
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I still find pieces of your presence here |
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Even after all these years |
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But I don't want you thinking, |
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I don't get asked to dinner' |
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Cause I'm here to say that |
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I sometimes do |
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Even though |
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I may soon feel the touch of love |
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I just don't think, |
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I'll ever get over you |
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And if I lived till |
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I was hundred and two |
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I just don't think, |
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I'll ever get over you |