Written by Old 97's
Capo na terceira casa F Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind, C And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end F Is coming soon," but not soon enough. C Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff. Bb Bb A Bb G 'Cause if Robert's dad is right, Bb Bb A Bb G We might not make it through the night, Bb Bb A Bb G And I'd hate to go alone. C C Bb C A C G 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? F Gm Bb C If that phone don't ring one more time, F Gm Bb C I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind. F Gm Bb C You made a big impression for a girl of your size, F Gm Bb C F Gm Bb C Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes. Bridge solo- Gm Bb F C repeat end on Gm Go back to F and C for verse 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.