Tricky

One, one, two, one, one, two,
Move over, move over, yeah you heard what I said, move over.
I feel so lonely, havent slept a wink.
I walk the floor, and watch the door.
And in between I drink black coffee.
Loves a hand-me-down brew.
I never know why sunday in this weekday brew?
Im talking to the shadows, one oclock till four,
And lord how slow the moments go.
All I do is pour black coffee.