I drink a coffee every morning,
It 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?
As if I lived 'til I was one-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 that 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.

Your face, it dances
And it haunts me.
Your 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 I don't get asked to dinner,
'Cause I am here to say that I sometimes do.
And even though I may soon feel a touch of love,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.

And if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and two,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.