Complicated Type Songtext
von Michael Trent

He was a sweet boy
Never mean to cause no trouble
Couldn′t help but be polite
Probably learned it from his mother
He's a complicated type
A complicated type
A complicated type

Grew up real fast
Just like Caroline and Pine
He hid his drugs under his Bible
Mixed his whiskey with his wine
He had a sparkle in his eye
Like just before you cry
Like right before you cry

Woah, woah
Woah, woah


It was a long night
He′d been sittin' at the bar
When they turned off all the lights
He started lookin' for his car
But when his eyes began to gleam
And the lights started to stream
Well, he slipped into a dream

Well now, while most folks
Dream of money, love, and hope
His were of violent crashin′ waves
And bodies swingin′ tied to ropes
While his whole family laughed aloud
Hovering above a crowd
Who for help were screamin' out

Woah, woah
Woah, woah

Well, I′m nobody, there's nothin′ I can do
To bring anyone back to life
But I know that I should try to tell the truth
And to fight for the right side


But when he came to
Was if he'd been dead for years
And the wind was blowin′ hard
Both his eyes were full of tears
But a change had taken place
You could see it on his face
Man, you could see it on his face

And on the way home
He found a bottle in the road
And thought of all the explanations
That he felt that he was owed
And as he kicked it down the street
He felt lighter on his feet
And he couldn't help but sing

Woah, woah
Woah, woah