Troubled Soul
Woke up this morning, to a record that’s played
Felt the whiskey burning from yesterday
Sick of this lonesome motel room
But I think I won’t leave any time soon
I felt a heavy hand on my chest
Laid me to bed but I couldn’t rest
Troubled soul with a worried mind
I pick up my guitar and I take a chug of wine
One step ahead, but only in here
Constant fear of more despair
I met a girl, her name was Emma
She comforts me and gets me like my aunt Nora
Eased the voices and helped me keep steady
But still my thoughts felt, oh, so much heavy
I felt a heavy hand on my chest
Laid me to bed but I couldn’t rest
Troubled soul with a worried mind
I pick up my guitar and I take a chug of wine
One step ahead, but only in here
Constant fear of more despair
Troubled soul with a worried mind
I pick up my guitar and I take a chug of wine
One step ahead, but only in here
Constant fear of more despair
A spiral that hits me out of control
I reckon that I’m hard to console