That look is my undoing
yeah you know the one I mean
its not angel, its not devil
but something in between.

It a look that say's "I'm trouble"
and most definitely you are
dangerous when up close
exhilarating from afar

I know there's more to you than that
perhaps Trouble is your shield
an alter ego of protection
you wear til safe to be revealed

But I'm addicted now to Trouble
thinking perhaps she is the one
Will she share herself with me one day
Unmasked, undressed, undone.

In this less than perfect world
I say less than perfect things
Instead of soaring like an eagle
I'm forced to walk with clipp-ed wings

It's not that I'm not truthful
just careful in what I say
In this less than perfect world
it has to be that way

In this less than perfect world
I'm a less than perfect guy
with a less than perfect record
when it comes to loves gone by

But if the world was perfect
I would still be me
so would this less than perfect guy
be someone you'd want to see?

Youth is wasted on the young
you hear the old folk say
truth is they now feel bitter
for not doing more in their day

And yet the young want to be older
such is their pride before their fall
Truth is all of us have got it wrong
as time is wasted by us all.

I've shut my tears away
in a well so deep inside
ne'er to see the light of day
my sadness for to hide

But I know that one day soon
this well will overflow
perhaps alone in darkened room
my pain it will not show

But I fear that once they start to flow
they will fall til the well runs dry
and thats not a place I want to go
without a loved one by my side

For years I've shut my tears away
now its time to let them go
and free myself along the way
as I feel them start to flow

It always hurts to see you cry
and not to know the reason why
The cause of which I try to find
but your answers always "never mind"

But mind I do, because I care
and hate to see you sitting there
with tears escaping bloodshot eyes
no explanations, revealing whys

It always hurts to hear you cry
and not to know the reason why
to listen to your sobs at night
that start when I turn out the light

Since your mother left things have been tough
some days are hard, some days are rough
But whatever's wrong can't be so bad
that you can't tell me, I'm still your dad.

Is it wrong to want to see you
to know just where we stand
To take a walk along the beach
together hand in hand.

To talk about each other
and say just what we feel
about this and that and everything
just the thought seems so surreal

Is it possible to find someone
who's both a lover and a friend
As our boundaries of discussion
have no limits, have no end

And that for me, well its a first
to be so open, laid so bare
yet without slightest hesitation
we let ourselves be guided there

I cant help but think and wonder,
as I sit here on the sand
when we'll walk here together
you and I just hand in hand.

Just what is it that scares you
is it the fear of something new
is it the fear of something less
than what you're looking forward to

Is it the fear that just perhaps
things may not be all they seem
or the fear something better
or something in between

Or perhaps its expectations
that you put upon yourself
or that by choosing something different
you could end up on the shelf

I say blow away your fears
let chance lead you where it may
after all its chance that brought you
here to read all this today

And that didn't work out so bad did it?