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编辑于2009/12/22更新