Cousins 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 its 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 into weeks and I never get a letter How I need you, how I need you, how I need you And as those days go passing bynd it doesn't get much better How I need you, how I need you, 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 And then I fill the broken glass once more And fling the empty bottle to the floor And get to thinking, how I need you now ?