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 [?]
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