Mess Of Things

The Kentucky rain hit the New York Street

I was on the lamb

I was in retreat

But I swore I’d never let this happen again

But I’m on 23^rd, waitin’ on a friend

This city girl got the best of me

And taught me how to make a mess of things

Through recent history I’ve never known

This feeling of feeling so alone

But listen to me I said it before

I love you and will forevermore

Like a poet writes, the singer sings

And you and I make a mess of things

The circus light shines as bright as day

And I’m terrified by what you might say

Sometimes I behave just like a kid

But I love you and I always did

Trouble with trouble

Is that it sometimes sticks

It plays these tricks with the mind

While it gets its kicks

Slowly there’s a momentum shift

And the weight becomes too great to lift

I woke up last night

Heard my mama scream

Saying boy you always make a mess of things

What will become, babe of you and me

If we keep on making a mess of things