|
Big brown eyes and a gust of wind |
|
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says"The end is coming soon", but not soon enough |
|
Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff' |
|
Cause if Robert's dad is right |
|
We might not make it through the night |
|
And I'd hate to go alone |
|
Please pick up the phone |
|
Well, a box of red and a pill or three |
|
And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company |
|
I wish you were here, |
|
I wish I was too |
|
I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, |
|
I always do |
|
You don't want me anymore |
|
Since fame and fortune broke down our door |
|
You don't give me no respect |
|
What did I expect? |
|
If that phone don't ring one more time |
|
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind |
|
You made a big impression for a girl of your size |
|
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes |
|
Her hands are cold, her breath is warm |
|
She's a port in a storm |
|
I'm worried now but it won't be long |
|
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song |
|
I've got issues, yeah |
|
Like I miss you, yeah |
|
And I wish |
|
I weren't so thick |
|
I'm making myself sick |
|
If that phone don't ring one more time |
|
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind |
|
You made a big impression for a girl of your size |
|
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes |
