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
Or gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
Nor to the stars above.

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

Your daddy he's an outlaw
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 trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like the ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road...












-Dylan