Nerve

There's a lot of nothing in the words, I know

But I keep on talking, 'cause it feels like home

Feels alright to be growing old

But growing old is just letting go

And it's just the reason I needed to leave this place

I took to home owning to run away

I had a different image on my mind

It's just it changes always, all the time

And it comes as no surprise, it's like

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

And I just don't know what you're doing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong, yeah

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong

Man, you've got a lot of nerve

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

And I just don't know what you're doing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong, yeah

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong

Man, you've got a lot of nerve

How come all my vices always breed relief

But a sip of gin saves an hour of speech?

And yeah, it's fickle and it feels so cheap

But I can rest and I can feel at eases

My friends don't know the half, they're just listening

I'm at a loss, 'cause I'm living it

That's not to say that I'm giving in

It's just that this is how it's always been

And it comes as no surprise, it's like

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

And I just don't know what you're doing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong, yeah

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong, wrong

Man, you've got a lot of nerve

And I just don't know what you're doing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong, yeah

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Wrong

Man, you've got a lot of nerve

I can't melt all of my worries to nothing, no

And I, I, I would

And I keep trying but I always get let down, no

Somehow

Man, you've got a lot of nerve