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 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