Trouble - Wade Bowen, Randy Rogers

I wouldn’t say I didn’t see her coming

A light that bright’s hard to miss in a place that dark

She said yes to a drink while her fingers fumbled

With a cross on a chain that was swinging above her heart

When the morning sun set the midnight sky on fire

She left me like a thief not knowing what she took

I wish trouble always looked that good

I wish trouble always looked that good

I was still a little nervous when I got the courage to call

That bright red number she’d written on the back of my hand

A bottle of wine rode shotgun with a rose

While I was driving cross town thinking about turning back

Now there’s a porch light burning a hole right through my windshield

There’s a silhouette standing at the screen door waiting for me

I wish trouble always looked that good

I wish trouble always looked that good

I know a million reasons not to go where I’m headed

Oh but when she smiles I can’t even think of one

I wish trouble always looked that good

Yeah I wish trouble always looked that good