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By Colin Hay Submitted by darby Date: 2005 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2005.12.13.23.50.19697]] |
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I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done, I feel like talking Without you here, there is less to say I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth That if I lived 'til I was a hundred and two I just don't think I'll ever get over you I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey I shook the hand of time and I knew That if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairs I just don't think I'll ever get over you A face it dances and it haunts me The laughter still ringing in my ears I still find pieces of your presence here Even, even after all these years I don't want you thinking that I dont get asked to dinner 'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do And even though I may seem to a feel a touch of love I just dont think I'll ever get over you And if I lived 'til I was a hundred and two I just don't think I'll ever get over you... |