Troubled Times - Matt McAndrew

You know that I’m a dreamer, a visionary man

But sometimes even dreams don’t go the way that we had planned

You tried to tell me what I promised, who I was, and why

As we went down, down, down through more troubled times

I was headin' for the city, but my tires got dry rot

So I returned back to my home behind the parking lot

I feel I’m goin' nowhere out of money in my prime

As we go down, down, down through more troubled times

Go on and tell me how to act, and tell me what to say

I wanna paint it black, you’d rather see me paint it gray

I’m drunk form your complaining yes I’m dizzy from your whine

As we go down, down, down through more troubled times

I built myself from nothin', had a vision, made it true

The further that I go it seems the more I owe to you

But the early bird don’t get the worm, no he don’t get a dime

As we go down, down, down, through more troubled times

Some of you are schemers, always plannin' in your heads

Evil make-believers who would rather see me dead

I wish you’d build a rocket ship and crash your own design

As we go down, down, down through more troubled times

The summer now is dyin', and soon the leaves will fall

And though I love the autumn air, I hate the school bell’s call

The little sour grapes are growing sick upon the vine

As we go down, down, down through more troubled times