What did I expect?
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes
Please pick up the phone
I wish you were here, I wish I was too
Well, a box of red and a pill or three

She's a port in a storm
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind
If that phone don't ring one more time
And I wish I weren't so thick
'Cause if Robert's dad is right
I'm making myself sick
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes
You made a big impression for a girl of your size
We might not make it through the night
You made a big impression for a girl of your size
Her hands are cold, her breath is warm
You don't want me anymore
Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff
Like I miss you, yeah
If that phone don't ring one more time
Since fame and fortune broke down our door
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song

And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company
"The end is coming soon", but not soon enough
I'm worried now but it won't be long
I've got issues, yeah
You don't give me no respect

I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind

I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do
And I'd hate to go alone