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.