Gotta Have You

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 cold, 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