The sweet Kentucky rain Hit the New York street I was on the lamb I was in retreat But I swore i'd never let this happen again But i'm on 23rd, waitin on a friend This city, girl, got the best of me And taught me how to make a mess of things Through recent history, I have never known This feeling of feeling so alone Listen to me i've said it before That I love you and will forever more Like a poet writes, a singer sings You and I we make a mess of things The circus lights shine as bright as day I'm terrified by what you might say Sometimes I behave just like a kid But I love you and I always did The trouble with trouble Is that it sometimes sticks It plays tricks with your mind While it gets its kicks Then slowly there's a momentum shift The weight becomes too great to lift I woke up last night and heard my mama Scream Saying " Boy you always make a mess of things" What will become babe of you and me If we keep on making a mess of things