Gray, quiet and tired and mean   Picking at a worried seam   Itry 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 plucking 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      I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat   Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune...