[ Featuring Hannah Wyatt ]
One drop of acid in the mix
One tiny bubble in the needle as it pricks
One crooked piling in the swell
One rancid critter at the bottom of the well
Whoa trouble
On the back porch
Looking for that open door
Whoa trouble
Don't forget its keeping score
One aching lump that starts to swell
One rotten protein in the basement of a cell
One doting daddy and his girls
One year of digging through the oysters for a pearl
Whoa trouble, Waiting patient, For the pistons to align
Whoa trouble. Hear that ancient engine whine
The wind changes without warning
The water turns from black to white
The cliffs you anchored on
You thought were your protection
Now the waves are bouncing backwards
And they're doubling in height
Whoa trouble
On the back porch
Looking for that open door
Whoa trouble
Don't forget it's keeping score
