Trouble's in the Air

Trouble's in the Air by Barefoot McCoy ©2015. www.barefootmccoy.com

There’s a little light in the window

I can see it burning.

There’s a world war on the doorstep

The globe just keeps on turning.

And I got a feeling someone’s concealing

Half the facts that make the people even care;

The acts that make the children stop and stare.

Oh no,

Trouble’s in the air.

When the church bells cracked, all the people

Stormed the silver city;

Hung a pirate flag from the steeple

Above the town committee.

But they don’t see it… They don’t believe in

Half the facts that make the people even care;

The acts that make the children stop and stare.

Stand clear, 

Trouble’s in the air

Say goodbye to what you remember

Of freedom and protection.

Say hello to all kinds of weather

From every which direction.

Here’s to redemption"no comprehension

Of the facts that make the people even care;

The acts that make the children stop and stare.

Beware, 

Trouble’s in the air

And I got a feeling someone’s concealing

Half the facts that make the people even care;

The acts that make the children stop and stare.

Oh no,

Trouble’s in the air.

Trouble’s in the air.