Text: Wade Bowen. If We Ever Make It Home. Trouble.

I wouldn?t say I didn?t see her coming
A light that bright?s hard to miss in a place that dark
She said yes to a drink while her fingers fumbled
With a cross on a chain that was swinging above her heart
When the morning sun set the midnight sky on fire
She left me like a thief not knowing what she took

I wish trouble always looked that good
I wish trouble always looked that good

I was still a little nervous when I got the courage to call
That bright red number she?d written on the back of my hand
A bottle of wine rode shotgun with a rose
While I was driving cross town thinking about turning back
Now there?s a porch light burning a hole right through my windshield
There?s a silhouette standing at the screen door waiting for me

I wish trouble always looked that good
I wish trouble always looked that good

I know a million reasons not to go where I?m headed
Oh but when she smiles I can?t even think of one
I wish trouble always looked that good
Yeah I wish trouble always looked that good