Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy
Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy
[Instrumental Break 2:10 - 2:24]
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy
Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy
From a nervous guy