[Originally by Colin Hay]
I drink a 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
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
Is if I lived 'til I was one-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 'til 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's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even, even after all these years
I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
And even though I may soon feel a touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
And if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and two
I just don't think I'll ever get over you...
