Your breath is sweet and weak, your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth on the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection, no gratitude or love.
Your loyalty is not to me, but to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go,
To the valley below.Your daddy, he's an outlaw, and a wanderer by trade.
He'll teach you how to pick and choose, and how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom so no stranger does intrude.
His voice, it trembles as he calls out for another plate of food.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go,
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future like your mother and yourself,
You've never learned to read or write, there's no books upon your shelf.
But your pleasure knows no limits, and your voice is like a meadowlark.
Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go,
To the valley below.
