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