We were caught in a storm, dragged and scattered in the sea
Our reunion, oh my love, postponed to the day after we die
Our reunion, oh my love, postponed to the day after we die
New coffee pot, new coffee pot was boiling, doesn't boil anymore
My coy lover was talking with me, but doesn't talk anymore
New coffee pot, new coffee pot boils on the herd
We have bayonet at our belt (oh my love) our martini rifle in our arms
I became old while serving my time in prison
My hazel eyes are about to close waiting for you