Salt in my Coffee
Mom says how you doing dad?
And he lasts just till... he's doing bad.
I mean how good can a guy really be
To lose the only woman- His whole story
I keep my head down as the grand son
Seeing grand pop cry ain't exactly fun
I'm listening to the breaks in his voice
The "take me too" if he had his choice
Head down, ears tuned into a story told
Of a love thats beginning is 60 years old
She left him here and he's crying out
In a room of family filled throughout
And to avoid the streams of ...
And to have had that love...
A few tears fall from my cheek
A little bit of salt in my coffee
never tasted so sweet.
And the dog knows, I know she does
Shes lying in the bed where her human was
I need a cup of coffee to help me think clear
Staring down at my cup, it's painful here
No where's comfortable in such a comfortable home
I find myself staring at the ground all alone
Just listening to family, daughters and sons
Moms and dads and gathered loved ones
Head down, ears tuned into a story told
Every word about her is only pure gold
“Nearly sixty years of waking up
Next to the same” ... I hear him choke up
And to avoid the streams of ...
And to have had that love...
A few tears fall from my cheek
A little bit of salt in my coffee
never tasted so sweet.
...
In between all the sobs he seems alright Confident in where she's spending tonight
Head down, ears tuned into a story told
No one here tonight for him to hold
Yet a peculiar smile as we sit in the den
He says “Don't worry son, we'll see her again”
And to avoid the streams of ...
And to have had that love...
A few tears fall from my cheek
A little bit of salt in my coffee
never tasted so sweet.
And to avoid the streams of ...
And to have that love...
A few tears fall from my cheek
A little bit of salt in my coffee
never tasted so sweet.
