The Trouble with Now

A somber meditation on the general state of malaise affecting our avaracious and implacable country right now.

All of our prisoners, they schemed and conspired
Plotting to bring the house down
The rain was relentless, but now it is gone
So what is the trouble with now?

The trouble with now is the sickness
The trouble is that there’s no cure
The trouble with now is the malice we live in
And no one can stand anymore

Our miseries were endless, our land was in flames
The fields were all bloody and brown
But all of these battles have come and now passed
So what is the trouble with now?

The trouble with now is the sickness
The trouble is that there’s no cure
The trouble with now is the malice we live in
And no one can stand anymore

The best of the day is still lying before us
From battleground back to the plow
The future unfolds if we let the past go
Tell me, what is the trouble with now?

The trouble with now is the sickness
The trouble is that there’s no cure
The trouble with now is the malice we live in
And no one can stand anymore.