Trouble On The Horizon lyrics

Artist  : Jimmy Buffett 
Song : Trouble On The Horizon
 
By: jimmy buffett


Spoken intro with music playing:

This is a song that started a long time ago. back
when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange
looking fish
That moved along the hidden currents of the deep
dark ocean.
He knew he was different because he could sense
there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in circles
for millions
Of years and one day he decided it was time to go
up. he
Was soon in the world of light where he remained
a long time
Until his eyes allowed him to see color. the
world was no
Longer a dark place and he moved further up into
the light
And one day before he knew it he was no longer in
the water
World. his head was above the surface and he felt
his gills
Turn into lungs and he said "ah shit! I’m an
amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters
and
Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the
ground
Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits,
checked
His balance, and stood erect. and that’s when
the
Trouble began!

Well the birds disappeared and the sky began to
turn purple,
>from the skeleton coast to the land of
violins.
Sailors prayed to the patron saint of
lightening,
"please st. barbara, save our miserable
skins."

They say that God takes care of drunks and fools
and children,
That leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
But friends there’s trouble, trouble on the
horizon,
And it wears an inconspicuous disguise.
You never see it coming,
You never have a clue,
But there’s trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling like a roux.

You have to taste the weather,
You’ve got to touch the storm.
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.

You gave us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
And watch what happens,
Then add a little nuclear fusion and some
gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble right here in river
city,
Every day’s becoming halloween.

We never see it coming,
We never have a clue,
But there’s trouble on the horizon,
Waiting for the barbecue.

You have to taste the weather,
You’ve got to touch the storm.
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.

I’ve seen a spaceship built by howard hughes,
I’ve been a witness to some strange taboos.
I’ve seen a storm from deep inside the eye
Of hurricane don’t lie.
Hurricane’s don’t lie.

In the hour of desperation,
You’ll cry like a baby.
When it comes right down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can pray to jesus or a flock of pink
flamingos.,
But in the hour of desperation are the fools.

I hope that all the greedy bastards in the world
Come back as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the food
chain
Suits them well.
I think that all of the evil people of the world
Come back as horseflies,
They want one last bite before they’re sent to
hell.

You better know it’s coming,
You’ve got to have a clue,
There is trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling like a roux.

You have to taste the weather,
You’ve got to touch the storm.
To keep trouble on the horizon,
You got to stay informed.

Trouble out there, ain’t going no where,
Trouble on the horizon,
Trouble out there, ain’t going no where,
You got to trouble on the horizon,
Trouble out there,
Trouble out there,
I see bad moon arising.