Troubles from "Nightsurfer" by Alaska's Only Steel Drum Band

I was there when you were out
Flying your private jet.
To escape sorrow
When you couldn’t make the rent.
I was there when you were out
Growing your crushing debt.
Planting seeds of past regrets
To ensure you won’t forget.

I was there when you were out
Blowin’ your chance to move on.
You’d enshrine your lot on a plaque
You could never seem to pawn.
I was there when you were out
Fleecing your noggin for brawns.
Who needs lessons; who has time
To not be so far gone?

The troubles seem to pile higher
For the reckless frequent flier.
The chute is stuck; the doors are shut,
The feeling won’t escape your gut.
Oh no.

I saw you standing in a parking lot,
A cigarette in your hand.
I can’t tell you what I thought
I knew about you then.

I talked to you in a soda parlor,
With harsh white light soaked in your skin.
I can’t tell you what I thought
I knew about you then.

I can’t tell you anything.
I can’t say a word.
I can’t tell you anything
You’ve not already heard.

I took you on in a sold out cage match;
Adoring fans watched from the side.
I can’t tell you what I thought,
You’d probably run and hide.

I can’t tell you anything.
I can’t say a word.
I can’t tell you anything
You’ve not already heard.

The troubles seem to pile higher
For the reckless frequent flier.
The chute is stuck; the doors are shut,
The feeling won’t escape your gut.
Oh no.

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