Mess of Things Songtext
von Michael McDermott

The sweet Kentucky rain
Hit the New York street
I was on the lamb
I was in retreat
But I swore i′d never let this happen again
But i'm on 23rd, waitin on a friend
This city, girl, got the best of me
And taught me how to make a mess of things
Through recent history, I have never known
This feeling of feeling so alone
Listen to me i′ve said it before
That I love you and will forever more
Like a poet writes, a singer sings
You and I we make a mess of things
The circus lights shine as bright as day I'm terrified by what you might say
Sometimes I behave just like a kid
But I love you and I always did
The trouble with trouble
Is that it sometimes sticks
It plays tricks with your mind
While it gets its kicks
Then slowly there's a momentum shift
The weight becomes too great to lift
I woke up last night and heard my mama
Scream
Saying " Boy you always make a mess of things"
What will become babe of you and me
If we keep on making a mess of things