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.