Ad loading…

Standard (EADGBE)

the sweet 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 23rd waiting 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 have never known

 this feeling of feeling so alone

listen to me i’ve said it before

 that i love you and will forevermore

 like a poet writes, a singer sings

 and you and i, make a mess of things

 the circus lights shine 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

the trouble with trouble is that it sometimes sticks

 plays tricks with your mind while it gets its kicks

 and slowly there’s a momentum shift

 and the weight becomes too great to lift

 i woke up last night, i heard my mama scream

 saying boy you always make a mess of things

 what will become babe, of you and me

 cuz we keep on making a mess of things