brook lady sittin' by the stove
Sittin' in the kitchen in Ohio
They can't smell the coffee
but neither one of them knows
For just one reason he sits
she knows it's nothin' he'll find
Unsatisfied, desperate, the silent screams
he's gonna drown in that cup
Wake up! It's time to smell the coffee,
It's time to smell the coffee
In a pre -war townhouse on 5th Avenue
On a cold marble table there sits two
filled with Jamaican blue
but neither one of them knows
she tries reading his mind
but she's not what you'll find
this is their precious time
He turns the page and she
Unsatisfied, desperate, the silence screams
she's gonna drown in that cup
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
They pulled away from the church
with the convertible tapped down
The white pearls were glistenin'
Then it started raining, man it was raining
The road kept on winding,
Fast asleep at the wheel,
would they crash or drown?
Should've stopped for coffee,
ain't that what she'd say?
He'd blame it on her somehow,
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Unsatisfied, desperate, the siren screams
they're gonna drown in that cup
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee
it's time to smell the coffee
Wake up, it's time to smell the coffee