Noirsville Tune of the Week

Guy Clark  -  an American folk and country singer-songwriter and luthier

 Instant Coffee Blues

Now he washed all the road dirt from his face and from his neck

And sat down at her table, and she picked up his check

And she took him home for reasons that she did not understand

While him, he had the answers, but he did not show his hand

'Cause him, he knew the taste of this wine very well

It all goes down so easily but the next day is hell

Morning, "Man, was I drunk, " she whispered in the shower

While he lay there and smoked his way there through the final hour

And she felt wholly empty like she'd felt it every time

And he was feelin' just the same, 'cept he's tryin' to make it rhyme

Time was of the essence so they both did their best

To meet up in the kitchen feelin' fully dressed

She just had to go to work, and he just had to go

And she knew where, and he knew how to blow it off and so

They shot the breeze quite cavalier to the boilin' of the pot

And sang the Instant Coffee Blues and never fired a shot

And him, he hit the driveway with his feelings in a case

And her, she hit the stop light and touched up her face

So you tell them the difference between caring and not

And that it's all done with mirrors, lest they forgot

I said it's all done with mirrors, of which they have none

To blend the instant coffee blues into the morning sun