Now it's so cold in your doorway    I can hardly breathe.    You know I want to lay down but I'm afraid I'll freeze       I spent my last cold dollar    Getting the way I am    Running from the border just as fast as I can       Last September I was on the road    Now I'm out here and trying to save my soul.       CHORUS   You got the cure    You got the key    You got the remedy    I know for sure    It's plain to see    You got the remedy       I believe she got something    Like a stingaree (Stephen and Tom like to make Colin Laugh by shouting "stick of Brie"...)    When she moves you know    She puts a hurt on me       Well I might get better    Ah, but I won't get well    Until I'm over the line    And I'm under your spell       I'm like a spider crawling up the wall    Still looking for his all and all       CHORUS       Knocking on your window    Peeping through the blinds    Oh honey come here running    Don't you take your time       Well I ain't no preacher man    I'm no preacher's son    But I'll be shouting hallelujah when I see you come       I left my mind at the fork in the road   But I'm still carrying a heavy load       CHORUS       CHORUS       Once I was blind    Now I see    You got the remedy.