Lyrics
Verse
You fill it before I hit the doorTwo sugars, black, like the day beforeI taste you at the second gateThat’s a love that don’t run late
Chorus
Your coffee in my thermos, you on my mindA little warm mercy of the working kindYour coffee in my thermos riding alongYour coffee in my thermos, that’s our songcrowd singing along
Verse
Steam on the lid when the morning’s meanI talk to you like you can be seenYou packed a note on a paper scrapI kept it in my work-shirt lap
Chorus
Your coffee in my thermos, you on my mindA little warm mercy of the working kindYour coffee in my thermos riding alongYour coffee in my thermos, that’s our songcrowd singing along
Verse
Noon hits empty and I think of homeYou already know I won’t be aloneThat thermos click is a little I doA hundred miles and I’m still with you
Chorus
Your coffee in my thermos, you on my mindA little warm mercy of the working kindYour coffee in my thermos riding alongYour coffee in my thermos, that’s our songcrowd singing along
Outro
Still hotYour coffee in my thermoscrowd singing along