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Trouble

Jim Cuddy

                          Have they put out all the fires yet
                          now the celebration's done.
                          I hope you'll come to see me
                          before the summer's gone.
                          My mind still lives in your time
                          my spirit's up and down.
                          I tried to find some old friends
                          but nobody's around.

                          Can't understand it
                          I got my signals crossed.
                          I thought I could do it
                          but already I've had enough.

                          The buildings they're so graceful here
                          they barely touch the sky.
                          Sometimes it's so quiet
                          you can hear your neighbours cry.
                          I miss my messy circus street
                          with music through the night.
                          I miss the times we'd stumble home
                          together in the morning light.

                          Oh my I wish that I
                          had thought about this more
                          maybe then I'd be waking up
                          behind familiar doors.

                          I must be blind
                          I must be out of my mind
                          to think I'd come back
                          and everything would change.
                          I must be so naïve
                          that I forgot about the pain.
                          Here I am in trouble once again.

                          And as one day becomes the next
                          clearly it's the time
                          to see the things I never change
                          and what I leave behind.

                          Oh my I wish that I
                          had thought about this more
                          maybe then I'd be waking up
                          behind familiar doors.

                          I must be blind
                          I must be out of my mind
                          to think I'd come back
                          and everything would change.
                          I must be so naïve
                          that I forgot about the pain.
                          Here I am in trouble once
                          Here I am in trouble once
                          Here I am in trouble once again.