Any trouble that I've known, I was the author of it all

I made my stumbles big and my stumbles made me small

And by the time I learned to walk I only knew to crawl

Any trouble that I've known, I was the author of it all



I was born above the desert sun, below the April moon

I was just 19 with May begun and dead and gone by June

I went back once and found the place in rubble and in ruins

I was born above the desert sun, below the April moon



Oh Lord I only turned from you because you turned from me

You knew that I would wander and you knew that I would need

Years but I can see now that two wrongs won't get me free

But Lord I only turned from you because you turned from me



Any trouble that I've known, I was the author of it all

I made my stumbles big and my stumbles made me small

And by the time I'd learned to walk I only knew to crawl

Any trouble that I've known, I was the author of it all



						     



						     Thanks to cead1