In the court of our friends' 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 When the smoke pours into the bedroom When the man comes 'round collecting all our friends When the loved one finally learns 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