From the recording You Send Me a Photograph
I'm doing only what I can do given these circumstances. Am I s'posed to know what you want? Would that I knew. You're no good at all, picking up the phone, placing the call. Without a clue, I'm doing only what I can do. I'm giving only what I can give, nothing much if you won't take it. If you never open the door, let me come through, let the sunlight in, give us a chance, let this begin, I'm telling you: I'm doing only what I can do. If I wrote you a love song, it would be a funny valentine. If I served you breakfast in bed, it would taste an awful lot like mine. You sure that you're looking for that? I couldn't bear to win just to lose you. I'm seeing only what I can see, precious little when you hide it. If you'll only give me a sign, I'll take the cue. So if this is real, why do you wait, take how you feel, hide it from view? I'm doing only what I can do.