Trouble Lyrics

When you found God he told you this,

And I cannot judge you for all your sins,

Better at distance and leave it be,

You're better with your God than with me.

Let's go out,

It's getting late now,

And get into trouble,

All about town.

Something of you lingers still,

Every time I've time to kill,

In harmonies or a single note,

In music that we never wrote.

Let's go out,

It's getting late now,

And get into trouble,

All about town.