Tekster: Tricky. Nearly God. Black Coffee.

[Incomprehensible]
Move over, move over
Yeah, you heard what I said, ?Move over?

I feel so lonely, haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink, black coffee
Loves a hand-me-down brew

I'll never know a white Sunday in this weekday blue
I'm talking to the shadows, one o'clock till four
And Lord how slow the moments go
All I do is pour, black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hangin' out on Monday but Sunday dreams too dry
They say a man is born to go alone
And a woman is born to weep and fret, to stay at home

And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
And moody all the mornin', moody all night
And in between I drink, black coffee, black coffee