Trouble by Vicky Emerson

Sirens wailing, lights a blazing
Warning signs by the side of the road
I can't look away, I'm still as a stone
I made my choice, I'm not going home

I see the line, I feel the fire
Sparks flying off barbed wire

I know you're trouble, I know you're trouble
But I ain't leaving this alone

Side effects moving in fast
Hit my like a drug I haven't had quite yet
I know better, so do you
But once it's off the rails there's only one thing left to do

I see the line, I feel the fire
Sparks flying off barbed wire

I know you're trouble, I know you're trouble
But I ain't leaving this alone

• Americana
• Country
• alt-country
• blues
• folk
• quarantine
• singer-songwriter
• women in music
• Minneapolis