Not looking for trouble
I'm taking one on the chin
I don't know where I'm going or where to begin
Alone in this room thinking of you and what could have been
The trouble that I've seen, the trouble got to me

And there's no signs of life in here at all
The sound of quiet is deafening
I wait for you to call
And there's no signs of life in here at all
All the trouble that I've seen
The trouble won't get the best of me

Sending you out a signal over land, over sea
From the top of the Great Lakes, down the Mississippi
Alone in the room thinking of you and those possibilities
The trouble that I've seen, this trouble got to me