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.
Chorus