I once loved a girl, but she couldn't take that I visited troublesome houses.
She'd say, when I got home, to leave her alone.
She could taste trouble on my mouth.

When she was gone I missed her, I did...and still went to troublesome places.
I couldn't withstand a glorious day without seeing these troublesome faces.
And quiet eluded me, and keeps from me still, though I need my own bed and it's solace.

Day's noises steal in and copper my will, and I face the evils that follow us.
I once had a house, and my family knew where to find me if ever they needed.
Troublesome houses were foreign to them.

They thought all papa's orders I heeded.
Now they can't fnd me; they don't have my numbers, and just hear reports of my doings.
Troublesome houses are not in their minds, though it's in those I do all my moving.