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, no, no, no, no,

Nothing else will do

I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.

 

The road gets colder

There's no spring in the meadow 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 'til I'm lying in your arms

 

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine

No, no, no, no, 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 boat

Humming a tune

Hmmmmmmm

 

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no wine

No, no, no, no, no

Nothing else will do

I've gotta have you, I've gotta have

 

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine

No, no, no, no, no

Nothing else will do

I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

 

I've gotta have you, gotta have you

I've gotta have you