Nick Barone - Trouble Lyrics

The stars won't align
Pulled every different way
The well is running dry
There's rain on the parade
I'll labor through the drought
With dirty hands and broken tools
The blueprint builds a house
To make it home is up to you

If I could just make up for
All the time that's come and gone
Catch all the missing details
Discover the unknown
I'd be happy for a while
But with no sight of the end
The hourglass would flip
And the cycle start again

Only like how I looked
In the pictures you took
Shed light on the darkness
Read me like a book
Now all my silver turns to grey
With each step that I retrace

I'm the one to blame for all this trouble
Thinking only of myself again
Reassured but I keep second guessing
So I will patch what holes I can
And I will fix it