i'm a hot cup of coffee, bottomless and deep
      and it's hard to resist me when you're trying not to sleep
    and you're halfway to jersey, and the man you left behind...
          he's haunting your memory, and you've almost lost your mind

      when the hum of the engine and your wheels upon the ground
       and the howl of the night rush in when you roll your window down
      and your head it can't take it, and your eyes begin to drop
       and you hope you can make it to my all-night coffee shop

        in the heat of the moment, it doesn't seem so far
       but you have to remember exactly where you are
        it's a haul, and the next place to rest your heavy load
          is a hundred and fifty miles down the road

      put your hat on the mantel, and sit down for a sip
  and put your hand on my handle, and press me to your lips
         i got honey and sugar, as much as you can take
and there's a whole 'nother pot here, for keeping you awake