Trouble

Whenver I′m alone I feel your ghost
Your presence is known, I already know too much
What you did in your past life is no business of mineI would join you and all, but I'm starting until we′ll be fine

Can't be left alone
We were barely home
I could tell by the look on your face
You were trouble
Taking step by step
You were something misleading
Then you lean into me
How dead innocent
You were trouble
Not all the trouble

Looking back
I think that I loved you too much
I was tearing you apart
Right from the start
We were destined to fail
I don't know where to begin
Look at the trouble I′m in
I could′ve avoided this mess
If I'd wanted you left
But you got me all to yourself

Well, perhaps there is a simple answer, not an easy answer.
You and I have a rendezvous with destiny.
We′ll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on Earth,
Or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness.
We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity
And the right to make our own decisions
And determine our own destiny