trouble is a lonesome town

when you come from trouble you are trouble then you get out of trouble. no one can tell you what to do no one is your mother. you are your mother you tell yourself what to do. you look your own way you look through the haze. there are no answers there are no winners. there are only mirrors. you feel the walls you feel the gods. you are trapped in your skin you are trapped in the straights. washing river wishing waits. you ask for redemption you pray for your karma. you ask for your jesus to help you. knocking at the billowy gates. he never comes he never answers. he leaves you waiting wondering. thinking help me lord get out of this trouble. hold my hand show me the way.