big brown eyes and a gust of wind and the cherry burns the corner of the page that says the end is coming soon 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 oh 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 well 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