Everything I Try To Do, Nothing Seems To Turn Out Right Lyrics - Singles - Decemberists

The film was a bust, but we stayed 'til 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 

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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 

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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 

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

I sit and watch as the taxi lights distantly fade 

I guess I always thought it'd end this way