The Deneckes - born to trouble Lyrics

I am born to trouble
As the sparks fly upward
My days are numbered
Teach me how to count them
'Cause I'm born to trouble!
And my days are numbered
My days are numbered
And I'm born to trouble
...good thing I have my lonely lord
Every time I write a song
It's like I've never done it
Sittin' in an empty room
Leanin' on my own wit
'Cause I'm born to trouble!
And my days are numbered
My days are numbered
And I'm born to trouble
...good thing I have
Th'incarnate Word
When I was tired,
You laid me on the ground
When I was hungry,
Ravens brought bread down
Still, I was born to trouble!
And my days were numbered
My days were numbered
And I was born to trouble
...good thing I had my homeless God
My lonely lord
A man of sorrows!
Th'incarnate Word.
Foxes have their holes
And the birdies have their nests
But the Son of Man
Had no place to lay his head!
Still, he was never born to trouble!
But his days were numbered.
He was never born to trouble,
But his days were numbered...