My ashtray's flowing over
And the 'phone's left off the hook
I've been staring for three hours
At the first page of a book
Day and night I keep the curtains drawn
And curse the very day that I was born
And get to thinking
How I need you
Now
I keep staring at my wristwatch
Until it's ticking fills the room
And the hollow sound reminds me
Of the silence of a tomb
And as the ceiling and the walls close in
And the furniture begins to spin
I get to thinking
How I need you
Now
And as the days go pa**ing by
And I never get a letter
How I need you
Days turn into weeks
And it doesn't get much better
How I need you
The gaslit streets lean slowly
As I reel against the wall
And my musty head is aching
As I stagger down the hall;
Then I fill the broken gla** once more
And fling the empty bottle to the floor
And get to thinking
How I need you ...