Nervous (Anne's Audition Song) (feat. Anne Brown) [Live at the Green Room]

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