Second Cup Of Coffee, ©1972 by Gordon Lightfoot  

I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day
I'm thinking of the lady who got lost along the way
And if I don't stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone
I'll be reaching for the bottle Lord, before this day is done
                                          
I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day
The room was filled with laughs as we sang the night away
But my sleep was filled with dreaming of the wrongs that I had done
And the gentle sweet reminder of a daughter and a son
                                          
Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home
You never know when they'll come dropping in
Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls
Too young to understand how love begins
                                          
I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the dawn
The radio is playing a soft country song
And if I don't stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone
I'll be reaching for the bottle Lord, before this day is done
                                          
Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home
They never were around when I needed them
Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls
Too young to understand how love begins
                                          
I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day
I'm thinking of the lady who got lost along the way
And if I don't stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone
I'll be reaching for the bottle Lord, before this day is done
And if I don't stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone
I'll be reaching for the bottle Lord, before this day is done