Nervous Lyrics

Janis Ian Nervous

I was walking down the street, when I spied CNN in the window of a bar and I thought Here we go again So I stood there in the crowd, and I watched the world go by while everyone around me kept on glancing at the sky I was nervous

So I went back to my house, and I got down on my knees It was quiet as a mouse when he spots a chunk of cheese I said Lord won't you help me, 'cause I cannot see the light Then I thought about the bomb, and I shut the curtains tight I been nervous

I been nervous about love. Should I go or should I wait? If I tell you that I want you, will you say I came too late? I'm nervous that my nerves aren't ready for my fate I'm worried that my worrying is too much and much too late I'm really nervous

I am nervous about time. Does it start or does it end? If we mess up evolution, do we get to try again? And if I was a potato, could I see you in the dark underground where I'll be if they light the final spark? I'm nervous

I'm nervous for the president, and for the FBI I'm nervous for the government, and I don't want to fly I'm nervous 'bout the Arabs, when I look up at the sky and I think I'm being hijacked when you look me in the eye I'm really nervous

I'm nervous in the morning, and I'm nervous late at night and I want to be alone, but I don't want you out of sight and I don't know what to do, and I don't know where to turn I just walk around in circles, and I wish I was a germ

'Cause if I was a germ, I would never be scared I could hide in a finger, or a little piece of hair I could give 'em all the clap. I could kill them in their sleep and they couldn't fight back, and they wouldn't scare me or make me nervous

I don't want a revolution. I don't want to fight a war I don't want to think about it, or be nervous any more so I'm going back to bed With a dirty magazine and I'm hoping when I wake up, it'll all have been a dream

Well, if you're feeling nervous, you can come up to my place We can drink a glass of wine and pretend we're on a date Or we can sing Kumbaya by the light of the T.V. Or we can move to Dakota It's all okay with me Don't be nervous

I think I'll throw a party for the end of the world and I'll wear a formal cocktail dress, and my Grandma's' pearls and we'll talk about the theater and the movies and pretend that we never saw a thing on CNN to make us nervous

It'll be all right. It'll be okay We will live our lives, and face another day but until that time, let me say, my dear That I'm nervous and I'm very, very glad you're here