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