Now he washed all the road dirt from his face and from his neck And sat down at her table, and she picked up his check And she took him home for reasons that she did not understand While him, he had the answers, but he did not show his hand 'Cause him, he knew the taste of this wine very well It all goes down so easily but the next day is hell Morning,"Man, was I drunk," she whispered in the shower While he lay there and smoked his way there through the final hour And she felt wholly empty like she'd felt it every time And he was feelin' just the same, 'cept he's tryin' to make it rhyme Time was of the essence so they both did their best To meet up in the kitchen feelin' fully dressed She just had to go to work, and he just had to go And she knew where, and he knew how to blow it off and so They shot the breeze quite cavalier to the boilin' of the pot And sang the Instant Coffee Blues and never fired a shot And him, he hit the driveway with his feelings in a case And her, she hit the stop light and touched up her face So you tell them the difference between caring and not And that it's all done with mirrors, lest they forgot I said it's all done with mirrors, of which they have none To blend the instant coffee blues into the morning sun