Nervous Guy Lyrics - Old 97's

In the court of our friend's 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 your 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 

From a nervous guy 

When the smoke pours into the bedroom 

When the man comes 'round 

Collecting all our friends 

When the loved one learns 

That the fire no longer burns 

I can see how this thing is gonna end