Circling the party when we meetnIf I should be so shynJust pivoting and looking at my feetnI never get that highnI keep hands out of pockets on the streetnnI'm bracing for the fallnI promised I would callnIf I am on my waynnSo listen while I entertain the guestsnIf I should call your namenI want to put the silverware to restnBut I won't be ashamednBefore I call the cab and then confessnGet into the wirenAm I properly attired?nnIf I can get back upstairs and find you fast asleepnAfter I stack up the chairs and stumble down the streetnAnd if it's too late for you, it'll be all rightnAfter I split back in twonIt'll be the sight of morning forcing me to open up my eyesnnSo take a name if anyone should callnBecause I'm going back to sleepnWhere minutemen don't have to be so tallnAnd promises will keepnnBut let me know me before I hit the wallnSet it for the wirenAm I properly inspired?