Lyrics Troubled Times - Matt McAndrew

Troubled Times

You know that I’m a dreamer, a visionary man\nBut sometimes even dreams don’t go the way that we had planned\nYou tried to tell me what I promised, who I was, and why\nAs we went down, down, down through more troubled times\nI was headin' for the city, but my tires got dry rot\nSo I returned back to my home behind the parking lot\nI feel I’m goin' nowhere out of money in my prime\nAs we go down, down, down through more troubled times\nGo on and tell me how to act, and tell me what to say\nI wanna paint it black, you’d rather see me paint it gray\nI’m drunk form your complaining yes I’m dizzy from your whine\nAs we go down, down, down through more troubled times\nI built myself from nothin', had a vision, made it true\nThe further that I go it seems the more I owe to you\nBut the early bird don’t get the worm, no he don’t get a dime\nAs we go down, down, down, through more troubled times\nSome of you are schemers, always plannin' in your heads\nEvil make-believers who would rather see me dead\nI wish you’d build a rocket ship and crash your own design\nAs we go down, down, down through more troubled times\nThe summer now is dyin', and soon the leaves will fall\nAnd though I love the autumn air, I hate the school bell’s call\nThe little sour grapes are growing sick upon the vine\nAs we go down, down, down through more troubled times