The film was a bust, but we stayed to 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   its 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 way   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   its 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 taxis lights distantly fade   I guess I always thought it'd end this way