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