Trouble - Kevin Devine

Trouble tracks me down

It’s been dragging me around

Since my feet first touched the ground

And I’m kicking like a kid

'Cause I can’t get rid of it

And it’s never going nowhere now

I duck dodge to my left

I slide step to my right

But it nails me every time

And I’m finished pulling fits

Yeah, I’ve learned to live with it

Marching steady, straight and by my side

Trouble makes no scene

She sweeps in surgical and clean

Leaves me begging on my hands and knees

And she’s always on the clock

But she doesn’t own a watch

'Cause she wrecks me straight into my sleep

Well drift into a dream

And I’m sailing on some sea

Shooting whiskey with my Irish bride

Till Amy Goodman wakes me up

I’m alone in Brooklyn, broke as fuck

With a splitting headache

And sore bloodshot eyes

And I’ve known trouble all my life

And I’m sick of asking why

It’s like screaming at a set of dice

They’re gonna roll the way they roll

And then you’re never gonna know

So getting crazy’s just a waste of time

I’ve just seen trouble track me down

It keeps pulling me around

Till I’m deep inside the ground

And then I’ll smile in my sleep

'Cause in that box I’m finally free

And ain’t no trouble gonna find me now

Ain’t no trouble gonna find me now

Ain’t no trouble gonna find me now