terça-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2014

Gabriel Mayers : One more cup of coffee.




Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

And your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it echoes as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

And your sister sees the future 
Like your mama and yourself
You don't know how to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limit
And your voice is like the meadowlark
Your heart is like the ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.