Trouble

It doesn't matter what you say If you say it in distortion Like telling a crowd "I'm gonna try you out..." I don't like it I don't know if you and I get each other But I'm tired of talking My patience is used up And I'm feeling worn out The wind keeps blowing the dust in my face And re-arranging my hairdo And you're going your way But I really don't care about that Because I went my way when I was you The future's a blank page I don't know if you and I get each other But I'm tired of talking I'm in trouble. I've been here for a while Someone's coming. I see 'em on the rise And who knows where all the people have gone All I know is that I want to go home I'm in trouble. I've been here for a while Someone's coming. I see 'em on the rise It's nothing but trouble, but my gla*s is looking fine I see 'em coming, and it makes me realize I am just fine, I've been here for a while Someone's coming, I see 'em on the rise It's nothing but trouble, but my gla*s is looking fine I've been here for a while I'll be just fine.