Every morning I woke up, you handed me a coffee cup
And poured it with a smile, it filled the room
Now that room is cold and dark, and my days never seem to start
That's why I'm hoping you'll come back soon
If I close my eyes, or drink hard enough
You may come back riding on the moon
Until that day it seems my fate is to watch the coffee percolate
And drink it in this dark and dusty room
In this dark and dusty room
