Hey, hey
Hey now, did you make a problem?
Didn't want to solve
Until you do, you do
That's the thing about 'em
Still got 'em
Problems
Seem so small
They can tower over you
Pile up, build a wall
Around you, surround you
Oh, and how

When you finally think they're through
Do they follow, follow?
I wonder who
Can solve my problems
Oh, how 'bout 'em?

Problems can wait, problems get solved
Problems relate, problems revolve
Around tense situations, tense situations left unresolved
Somethin' comes up, you get involved
In justifications of foreign relations
That have nothin' to do
No, nothin' at all
With the problem

Hey hey
Hey hey

Hey now, did you ever have one?
Have a problem
That you could not solve?
What did you do
About 'em?
What did you do?
Did you try and close your eyes?
Put the blame on someone else?
But the problem follows you
Around and 'round, up and down
Until it takes up all your time
'Til it starts to bother you
'Til you start to lose your mind
Your problems, they love it
When you do, they do too

Problems that wait never get solved
Problems relate to and problems revolve
Around tense situations, tense situations left unresolved
When somethin' comes up, don't you get involved
In contradictions, fictional friction
That has nothin' to do, no, no, nothin' at all
With the problem

Hey now, did you ever have one?
Have a problem
That you could not solve?
That's the thing about 'em
Problems

I met my baby in a shoppin' mall
In a shoppin' mall
I asked my baby for her number in case I called her up
In case I called her up

I called my baby on the telephone
I said, "Uh, hello?"
On the telphone

I took my baby to the movies
Sat in the front row
Got us some popcorn, bought her some bon-bons
We sat in the front row

I took my baby out to dinner
A table just for two
A table just for two

I took my baby to Las Vegas
Chartered a private plane
We took some naps, we shot some crap
Chartered a private plane

I took her shoppin'
Next thing I know
I took my baby to Aspen

I broke my leg
She fell in love
I broke my leg

I got a letter from my ex-baby today

Floatin' on a bubble while the world goes down the drain
Somebody pulled the plug; the dirty dishes still remain
And when the bubble bursts, that's the worst
For those who play dirty games
While the world goes down the drain
Oh, down the drain

Floatin' on a bubble, slippin' on the soap
Standing in the tub, insane
While the world goes down the drain
And that's the rub
Reality is so hard to explain
Meanwhile, the world's goin' down the drain
Oh, oh, down the drain

So I'm floatin' on a bubble
While the world goes down the drain, drain, drain
Slippin' on the soap, runnin' out of rope, but all in all I can't complain
And that's the rub
Accordin' to the rules of the game
The world's goin' down the drain

When the bubble bursts
Might as well drink the cork and pop the champagne
When the bubble bursts
The world goes down the drain

Well, I catch your reflection through smoke-filled eyes
Begin my inspection, I watch you
Your smooth syncopation, you're synthesized
The beat and the vibration

There's somethin' about you, your sultry way
That gives me a shiver
Your style's so enticin', you wear it well
Completely inviting, I watch you

If I smiled at you, would you walk my way?
Would you have this dance with me?
Slow dancin' (slow dancin')
Slow dancin' (slow dancin')
Slow dancin' (slow dancin')
Just you and me
And who

Slow dancin'
If I smiled at you would you walk my way?
Slow dancin'

Those smooth operators have written their lies in anticipation
Craft emulator of dark designs in fascination

If I smiled at you, would you walk my way?
Would you have this dance with me?
Slow dancin' (slow dancin')
Slow dancin' (slow dancin')
Slow dancin' (slow dancin')
Just you and me

Slow dancin'
Slow dancin'

If I smiled at you would you walk my way, real slow?
Slow dancin'
Slow dancin'
Slow dancin'
If I smiled at you would you walk my way, real slow?
Slow dancin'
Slow, slow dancin'
Slow...

Fifteen years of rock and roll
Fifteen years on the road
(Can you turn my guitar up a little bit?)
Fifteen years my guitar and me
Played every song we know
Fifteen years in a row

Not as young as I used to be
But I still can rock'n'roll
Fifteen years been good to me
Fifteen in a row

Look through the crowd for the folks I know
Fifteen years on the road
Fifteen years they have stood by me
Fifteen in a row
If it's a show they want
It's a show they'll see, here we go

Fifteen bucks, fifteen years ago
Then I had some luck
Spent it all on rock and roll, booze, sex and drugs
God bless the roadies and God bless me
God bless the roadies and me

If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well
What you see is only on the surface
If you try to see the meaning hidden underneath
The measure of the depth can be deceiving
The bottom has a rocky reputation
You can feel it in the distance, the deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see, but you know it'when you're there
On the bottom, words are shallow; on the surface, talk is cheap
You can damn near judge the distance by the company you keep
In the eyes of the Confessor

In the eyes of the Confessor
There's no place you can hide
You can't hide from the eyes
Of the Confessor
Don't you even try
In the eyes of the Confessor
You can't tell a lie
You cannot tell a lie
To the Confessor
Strip you down to size
Naked as the day that you were born
Naked as the day that you were born

Take all the trauma, drama, commas
Guilt and doubt and shame
The 'what if's and 'if only's
The shackles and chains
The violence and aggression
The bitterness and scorn
The jealousy and hatred
The tempest and discord
And give it up!

So many roads to walk
Guess that's how it goes
So many words to talk
No one really knows
The ways to say the meaning
Or the meaning of the name
Here I am, Lord, walkin' down the road
And I'm on my own again
With the Rosewood Bitters

Too much going on today
Hard to draw the line
Can't see going on this way
Just to find the time
The pleasures of the moment
You know, it don't seem right
Here I am, Lord, one more for the road
Tonight I leave, goodnight

And the Rosewood Bitters
Wake me with a smile in the morning
Oh, and the Rosewood Bitters
Help me with the times I feel blue

And the Rosewood Bitters
Wake me with a smile in the morning
Oh, and the Rosewood Bitters
Help me with the times I feel blue

Well, a good man's gettin' hard to find these days
But there's still a few around
The whole world looks up to a good man
It's hard to keep him down
So if you're goin' out lookin' for a good, good time
But the boys all turn into clowns
Focus some attention
Don't forget to mention, no, don't forget to mention
That the boys just love it when you dish it out
Easy with the ones you've found
And the wind up toys keep you busy for a while
'Til a good man comes around

Well, you can yell and scream, treat 'em mean
Beat 'em up with words
Venom in the things you say
"Do this! Do that! What of this? Where it's at?"
Anything to get you your way
And you change your mood, cop an attitude
Take 'em to the cleaners
Just because you're steamin', just because you're hot
Just because, well, the boys stop talking when you raise your voice
They tremble as they crawl on the ground
It don't mean nothin' to a good man
It's hard to keep a good man down, down, down, down
Well, it's hard to keep a good man down

Go ahead! Go to war, slam doors, have a fit, throw shit
Use every little trick that you've found
It don't mean nothin' to a good man
Just because all the boys start shaking when the dishes fly
Tremble as they crawl on the ground
Well, it's hard to keep a good, hard to keep a good
Hard to keep a good man down
Yes, it's hard to keep a good man down

Hard, hard, hard, hard
Hard to keep a good good man down
Hard, hard, hard to keep a good man down
Hard, hard to keep a good man down
Well, it's hard to keep a good man down

I started out to write you this letter
But it ended up another song
I'm sorry that the news can't be better

Dear John
When we started out I thought we were different
We ended up exactly the same
So in order to protect the innocent
The names have been changed
I just gotta get back to my music, to my music

And I know that we both promised forever
Forever didn't last that long
Maybe some day I will write you a letter
Until then, at least I wrote you this song

Dear John
I just gotta get back to my music
And all the things that go along with the job
Oh, and lyin' in bed with the room spinnin' 'round
It's the price that you pay when you're on the way down
It's the price that you pay
Sincerely yours