Everything I Try To Do, Nothing Seems To Turn Out Right

The film was a bust, but we stayed till the ending

Hair all a-mussed but your clothes didn't look so bad

And back on the street, the rain was descending

In cold dirty sheets, so under the awning we sat

And then you hailed yourself a yellow cab

And I sat for a time by the valets in line

And I read what you wrote on the card

Above a cowboy you drew a big talk balloon

Saying, "Try not to take it so hard"

But there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight

It's just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

We laid on our backs and stared at the ceiling

Messed with your slacks, but ended up just holding your hand

The rain will remain, the TV was telling

A drip of the drain as your legs lift to brilliantly bend

And fall to resting on the ottoman

So we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room

Leaving discarded clothes in our wake

And we both had some fun, though I twice bit my tongue

And it lasted too long for my taste

And there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight

It's just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

And there's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight

It's just that everything I try to do, oh nothing seems to turn out right

A wink and a wave and you're off to your family's

I sit and watch as the taxi's lights distantly fade

I guess I always thought it'd end this way