Big Brown Eyes

Big brown eyes and a gust of wind

And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says

"The end is coming soon", but 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

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

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