Trouble Songtext
von Will Johnson

You did your share with Colorado
And had your Dalliance in the East
Devouring all these friends that you had
Barely met
Until the names and faces melted into
One peculiar beast
Of bedposts and affairs that you might well regret
And to say I miss your face
Would come up short in painting this
It′s a struggle just to get my sketches down
As I lean across my papers and I slowly fall asleep
And dream about the death of our old town
And I guess sometimes the trouble with it is
The trouble doesn't trouble me at all So I wake up in this parking lot, and raise up all
These blinds to a world that just ain′t talking
Much at all
Just consumed by anything that has a password or
A screen, and the place has lost its
Sympathetic core
But there is something to this quiet and these
Silent city streets, and this picture here of you
Walking with me, and the thought of how
It's probable we will never dance again
And the fact that that's just how it′s got to be
And I guess sometimes the trouble with it is
The trouble doesn′t trouble me at all