Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Seems to Turn Out Right

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
 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
 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