I drink good coffee every morning. 
 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. 
 Colin Hay
 I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy. 
 What is closer to the truth.
 That if I lived 'til I was 102; 
 I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
 
 I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey. 
 'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew. 
 That if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairs. 
 
 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. 
 But I don't want you thinking that I don't get asked to dinner; 
 'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do 
 Even though I may soon feel the touch of love. 
 I just don't think I'll ever get over you. 
 If I lived 'til I was 102; 
 I just don't think I'll ever get over you.