Nervous Guy - Old 97's

In the court of our friends' opinion

In the right-cut eyes of all our friends

In the way the phone goes dead

In the way you lose your head

I can see how this thing is gonna end

In the darkest hours of my depression

In the tumbling rocks it takes to mend

In the way you cross you legs

In the way my right hand shakes

I can see how this thing is gonna end

Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

When the smoke pours into the bedroom

When the man comes 'round collecting all our friends

When the loved one finally learns

That the fire no longer burns

I can see how this thing is gonna end

Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

From a nervous guy