Trouble
written by John Bocchino
Chorus:
Trouble on my mind, trouble in the air,
I’ve got trouble everywhere.
I hide inside, and lock the door.
Here comes trouble, coming back for more!
I go downtown, but all I see,
Is that ol’ trouble sneaking up on me.
The weather turns, and it’s chilly cold.
I’m running from trouble, but it’s gettin’ old.
I head south, and lay on the beach.
Maybe trouble is out of reach.
She walks by, and my heart pounds.
Nothin’ but trouble, all around!
Chorus:
Trouble on my mind, trouble in the air,
I’ve got trouble everywhere.
I hide inside, and lock the door.
Here comes trouble, coming back for more!
I hop a plane, and head back home.
Sure wish trouble would leave me alone.
I get onboard and take my seat,
With a smoking baby sitting next to me!
Maybe I need a good long trip.
It just might take a rocket ship.
You can’t keep running, and moving so fast.
To live with trouble, you gotta last.
Chorus:
Trouble on my mind, trouble in the air,
I’ve got trouble everywhere.
I hide inside, and lock the door.
Here comes trouble, coming back for more!