The Decemberists - Everything I Try To Do Nothing Seems To Turn Out Right

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