I was born with nothing in a cabin in the woods.
When I look at my reflection,
I don't know if it was bad for me or good.
I'm troubled by you,
Troubled by you.

I can see my direction.
It's coming down from above.
And it tells me what I'm wanting:
To surrender and be deeply in love.
But I feel backed in a corner;
This is not what I thought it would be.
And this internal storm or
Hurricane is what's happening to me.
I'm troubled by you,
Troubled by you.
I'm troubled by you,
Troubled by you.

I don't know about nothing, but this much is true:
I'm troubled by you.
Yeah, I'm troubled by you.
Yeah, I'm troubled by you.
I'm troubled by you.
Yeah, I'm troubled by you.

Now I seek inspiration.
I never know when it will come.
And in my desperation,
I wonder if it's flowed through me
And it's already gone.

I don't know about nothing, but this much I do:
I'm troubled by you.
I'm troubled by you.
Yeah, I'm troubled by you.
Yeah, I'm troubled by you.
I'm troubled by you.
Yeah, I'm troubled by you.

Back in the city,
With the cool and the pretty,
Wondering what I'm gonna do.
We walk in tall cotton
But the souls are all rotten,
And I don't know
How I'm gonna get through.
I'm troubled by you.

Words and music by Jim Choukas-Bradley.
Jim Choukas-Bradley: vocals, Hammond organ;
Amanda Olsavsky: vocals;
Jesse Choukas-Bradley: vocals, lead and rhythm guitar;
Jesse Daumit: lead and rhythm guitar;
Jeff Reed: bass;
Mike Kuhl: drums.

Recorded at Bias Studios, Springfield, VA.
Engineered and mixed by Jim Robeson.

I developed this song on the electric guitar and in the key of B minor, both unusual for me. I was reading about Abraham Lincoln at the time, and, when asked, at first I thought the song was about him - not his life, but some of the many eternal things that can be found in the story of his life. And I guess you could say it was, in the sense that it is about someone who was born in poverty and grows up to live among the rich and famous, in this case in the New York City of our times. This man is haunted by a gnawing sense of dissatisfaction, of gnawing doubts about the shallowness he senses in his lover, and in himself.