Always Going Home - John Gorka

He's never been far from trouble
Trouble is as loyal as a dog
He drinks in the muddy water
And he sleeps in the hollow log

His troubles all have mirrors
And they double up the size
His problems all have patches
And they cover up his eyes

It's like that old expression
All roads lead to Rome
You see he comes from trouble
And he's always going home
He's always going home

So he can't see for looking
He's become a lightning rod
He walk with the clouds of thunder
Which don't strike him now as odd

Accidents will happen
Much more frequently with him
He's never been far from trouble
Trouble is a trusted friend

Chorus

Addiction in the bloodstream
Chasing fascination's choice
Born of a desperation
There's a mean edge to his voice

As a snake he would have curves
On both sides of the law
As a rule he'll catch his prey
And he's bound to eat it raw

He's never been far from trouble
He lives an inch from his demise
Pushes his luck right to the edge
Pulls the bull over your eyes

Money slips through his fingers
He owes everyone he knows
Still and all it's good to see him come
A little better when he goes

Chorus