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