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 danced 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.