I drink good 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

Don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
Is that if I lived till I was a 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 of time and I knew
that if I lived till 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 is still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
even after all these years

I don't want you thinking that i don't get asked to dinner
cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
and even though I may seem to feel a touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

if I live till I was a hundred and two
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Copyright: AMCOS (AUSTRALASIAN MECHANICAL COPYRIGHT OWNERS SOCIETY)
Writer(s): COLIN JAMES HAY