I drink a coffee every morning,nIt comes from a place that's far away.nAnd when I'm done, I feel like talking.nWithout you here, there is less to say.nnI don't want you thinking I'm unhappy,nWhat is closer to the truth?nAs if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and two.nI just don't think I'll ever get over you.nnI'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey.nI shook the hand that time and I knew,nThat if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairs,nI just don't think I'll ever get over you.nnYour face, it dancesnAnd it haunts me.nYour laughter, still ringingnIn my ears.nI still find pieces of your presence here.nEven, even after all these years.nnI don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner,n'Cause I am here to say that I sometimes do.nAnd even though I may soon feel a touch of love,nI just don't think I'll ever get over you.nnAnd if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and two,nI just don't think I'll ever get over you.