Sara Hulse Songs, life events and the other stuff

Trouble

You look at me like I’ve got something to say,

when all I really ever wanted was to sing on a stage.

Here, after the days light begins to fade..

you can judge me how you want me,

but can’t measure no pain on my face.

So, why don’t you call me after the show.

I promise not to answer and at least I will know

you thought about me, and willingly so.

I didn’t say my voice was going to haunt you

wherever you go.

 

After all I’m writing songs for open microphones.

Maybe, I’m sick and this is now my only antidote.

I believe you, when you say, maybe I should turn and run away.

He said “I knew that you were trouble just by looking at your hair.

 

The words, in a way, are disarming me.

Through high water with your ways of charming me.

You know the nights are always long when you’re writing a song,

and with the music there’ a longing for some eager harmony.

Yeah, maybe I wrote him an unexpected note.

Won’t say I’ll never get an answer but at least my conscience spoke..

Oh, I may never get an answer man, but at least I  can hope.

I pray I won’t have to answer after I go.

 

After all I’m writing songs for open microphones.

Maybe, I’m sick and this is now my only antidote.

I believe you, when you say, maybe I should turn and run away.

He said “I knew that you were trouble just by looking at your hair.

© 2014 Sara Hulse