The Trouble David O’Dowda

I can’t stop on my own
For the trouble
Follows me around
Follows me ‘round

We hesitate to run
And it’s all become too slow

When I wake up on my own
I’ll catch the best of everything I hold
And I’ll take us
To celebrate in peace

I can’t stand on my own
For the trouble
Follows me around
Follows me ‘round

We excavate our bones
And it’s all become too slow