Trouble - Jim Guthrie

Want those leaves untouched

Bypass time

Shouldn’t need a crutch

To hold me

Leaves fell

And you’re here with me

All things must pass eventually

Seems good

And we knew that it would

Holding back

Cut me loose here’s the axe

It’s no trouble

Since when was it trouble

I’m right you’ll see

It’s all I can think about

If it’s trouble you want

Could it take my place 'cause

Trouble has more destinations

Trouble has more fun

And sometimes

It seems my only occupation

Trouble

Want those trees uncut

Lay no roads

Don’t put those buildings up around me

You’ll see they’re so damn ugly, right?

Makes you crazy

Steals my gift of symmetry with

Trouble has more destinations

Trouble has more fun

And one time

It cut me clear across

Trouble