Trouble - Tender

Whenever I’m alone I feel your ghost

Your presence is known, I already know too much

What you did in your past life, it’s no business of mine

I would join you and all, but I’m starting to tell we’ll be fine

Can’t be left alone

We were barely home

I could tell by the look on your face

You were trouble

Take it step by step

It was something you said and

Then you leaned into me

How didn’t I see

You were trouble?

You’re not unlovable

Looking back

I think that I loved you too much

I was tearing you apart

Right from the start

We were destined to fail

I don’t know where to begin

Look at the trouble I’m in

I could’ve avoided this mess

If I’d wanted you less

But you got me all to yourself

Well, perhaps there is a simple answer, not an easy answer.

You and I have a

rendezvous with destiny.

We’ll preserve for our children this, the last best

hope of man on Earth, or we’ll sentence them to take the last step into a

thousand years of darkness.

We will keep in mind and remember that Barry

Goldwater has faith in us.

He has faith that you and I have the ability and the

dignity and the right to make our own decisions and determine our own destiny