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 dark 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 lifted brilliantly bent

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

Its just that everything I try to do

Nothing seems to turn out right

A wink and a wave and your 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