The sun goes down, the sun comes up
Black coffee fills a paper cup
Every morning it gets harder to remember
The days all seem to pass this way
Nothing much to do or say
A thousand shades of gray just like November
Once upon a time the time stood still
The moments they were ours to fill
Or drain just like a drunkard will a toast
Now I turn around and hope to see
You standing where you're supposed to be
Instead I find I'm followed by your ghost