Trouble

Whenver I'm alone I feel your ghost Your presence is known, I already know too much What you did in your past life is no business of mine I would join you and all, but I'm starting until we'll be fine Can't be left alone We were barely home I could tell by the look on your face You were trouble Taking step by step You were something misleading Then you lean into me How dead innocent You were trouble Not all the trouble Looking back I think that I loved you too much I was tearing you apart Right from the start We were destined to fail I don't know where to begin Look at the trouble I'm in I could've avoided this mess If I'd wanted you left But you got me all to yourself Well, perhaps there is a simple answer, not an easy answer. You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We'll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on Earth, Or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness. We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity And the right to make our own decisions And determine our own destiny