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 you legs   In the way my right hand shakes   I can see how this thing is gonna end      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 finally learned   That the fire no longer burns   I can see how this thing is gonna end      Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy   Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy   From a nervous guy, from a nervous guy