WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
What you got is not what you wanted
And what you don’t have, you think you need
It’s a daily human drama
Of insecurity and greed
All that matters is what you’re chasing
What you’ve caught before is out of mind
For the chance to catch what’s just out of reach
You’d gladly leave the rest behind
Well you’re heading for trouble
And your heartache’s ’bout to double
Why can’t you be true
That’s the trouble with you
There’s no such thing as satisfaction
There’s no real security
We’ve got the here and now and maybe tomorrow
The rest is all history
It’s what’s written in the hearts of others
That’s what we should be thinking of
The sum of life’s experience
Is the way you treat the ones you love
And you’re heading for trouble
Your heartache’s ’bout to double
Why can’t you be true
That’s the trouble with you
All you want is everything
And nothing less will do
Just a little bit more of everything
That’ll be enough for you
When you’re heading for trouble
And your heartache’s ’bout to double
Why can’t you be true
That’s the trouble with you
Why can’t you be true
That’s the trouble with you
© 2001 Owen Temple Music (BMI)