Billy Falcon: Music-Videos
The Coffee
(Billy Falcon)
There's an old percolator
sitting by the stove
Sitting in the kitchen in Ohio
They can't smell the coffee
because it's gone cold
The kitchen's on fire,
but neither one of them knows
She don't see him,
it's as if she's gone blind
His hands are numb
from working all the time
For just one reason he sits
searching his mind
She shakes her head,
she knows it's nothing he'll find
No sweetheart,
no honey, no sugar, no cream
Just a cold bitter cup
that once held the dream
Unsatisfied, despite the silence screams
If he don't wake up,
he's gonna drown in that cup
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
In a prewar townhouse on Fifth Avenue
On a cold marble table that seats two
Gold trim china cups
filled with Jamaican Blue
The building's on fire,
but neither one of them knows
He reads the paper,
she tries reading his mind
Looking for her,
but she's not what she'll find
It's Sunday morning,
this is their precious time
He turns the page,
and she turns off her mind
No sweetheart,
no honey, no sugar, no cream
Just a cold bitter cup
that once held the dream
Unsatisfied, despite the silence screams
If she don't wake up,
she's gonna drown in that cup
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
They pulled away from the church
With the convertible top down
The white pearls were glistening
On her wedding gown, before too long
The road started to wind,
then it started raining
Man it was raining,
the road kept on winding
The top was still down,
fast asleep at the wheel
Would they crash or drown?
Should've stopped for coffee,
Ain't that what she'd say
He'd blame it on her,
somehow he'd find a way
Wake up, wake up, wake up
No sweetheart,
no honey, no sugar, no cream
Just a cold bitter cup
that once held the dream
Unsatisfied, despite the silence screams
If they don't wake up,
they're gonna drown in that cup
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee