gray, quiet and tired and mean
picking at a worried seam
i try to make you mad at me over the phone
red eyes and fire and signs
i m taken by a nursery rhyme
i want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
no amount of coffee
no amount of crying
no amount of whiskey
no amount of wine
no, nothing else will do
i ve gotta have you
i ve gotta have you
the road gets cold
there s no spring in the middle this year
i m the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears
oh, such a prima donna
sorry for myself
but green, it is also summer
and i won t be warm till i m lying in your arms
no amount of coffee
no amount of crying
no amount of whiskey
no amount of wine
no, nothing else will do
i ve gotta have you
i ve gotta have you
i see it all through a telescope:
guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
lying in the back of the blue boat
hummin