Nervous (Anne's Audition Song) (Live at the Green Room) ft. Anne Brown Lyrics

When you're waiting for a physician, you're in a tough position

When their assistant's assistant hands you the question guide

You try to scribble quietly, but the sounds of your anxiety

Don't preclude the impropriety of ranking zero to five:

Rarely or sometimes or more than sometimes

Often or — God forbid — daily...

Do you get nervous?

Nervous?

Are you regularly quaking or shaking with dread?

Are you nervous?

Nervous?

Because the thing that hasn't happened —

Well, it hasn't happened yet

When I'm waiting for an audition

And hoping my rendition

Does justice to the piece I picked

My clothes and hair and shoes

The earlier uncertainty was just an insecurity

But now it's rather worrying as I step into this room:

I get nervous

Nervous

I'm fretting — and betting that I'm dripping in sweat

I get nervous

Nervous

Because the thing that hasn't happened — well, it hasn't happened yet

It's a sinister feeling

Can they administer healing

To make me feel like someone else?

I wish they would devise a way, or maybe synthesize a way

I know I'd patronize a way to help

But now I realize today to throw those little lies away

When the devil on my shoulder tells me, "Annie, you're a sham"

All it took was for me to look a bit before me

In this room right here

The doom and gloom disappears

And I know that I'm supposed to be exactly where I am…

And I'm not nervous

Nervous

I'm not nervous anymore

I'm just excited for the still unrequited

For whatever — whoever — is in store

I'm not nervous

Nervous

I'm just Anne

And I can

Do anything on which my heart is set

I'm not nervous — not nervous

Because the thing that hasn't happened

It hasn't happened yet

Hasn't happened yet

Hasn't happened yet

Hasn't happened yet