Thursday, September 18, 2014

trouble waits


trouble waits
in the light of day
in the darkest depths
of the blackest night
trouble waits
around the corner
from the deepest lows
to the highest heights
trouble follows me around
picks up my scent
like the neighborhood hound

trouble waits
it don't say nothing
while it puts its hands
around your neck
trouble waits
like a bad movie
with a barroom crowd
at the megaplex
trouble thinks it's got it made
marching around
like a new year's day parade
trouble waits

trouble waits
like a worrying mother
in the living room 
at 2 a.m.
trouble waits
like it's nobody's business
and, with God as my witness,
knows how to pretend
trouble won't leave you alone
nipping at your heels
as he follows you home
trouble waits


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