Old 97's - Nervous Guy Lyrics
In the court of our friends' opinionIn the righteous? eyes of all our friendsIn the way the phone goes deadIn the way you use your headI can see how this thing is gonna endIn the darkest hours of my depressionIn the rocks it takes to endIn the way you cross you legsIn the way my right hand shakesI can see how this thing is gonna endGoodbye, goodbye from a nervous guyGoodbye, goodbye from a nervous guyWhen the smoke pours into the bedroomWhen the man comes 'round collecting all our friendsWhen the loved one finally learnsThat the fire no longer burnsI can see how this thing is gonna endGoodbye, goodbye from a nervous guyGoodbye, goodbye from a nervous guyFrom a nervous guy