I 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

You said in my photograph I looked more far away

And all that time, I felt just fine
I held so many people in my suitcase heart
That I had to let the whole thing go
It was taken by the wind and snow
And I still didn’t know that I was waiting
For a girl on a slow pony home

I don't give a damn, I'm happy as a clam

When I was a child everybody smiled
Nobody knows me at all
Very late at night and in the morning light
Nobody knows me at all