A blues-rock song that really requires no explanation. 

PROBLEMS  

Problems...everybody’s got problems

Everybody sings the blues.

It don’t matter if you’re black or white when the blues come to call...

There, in the dead of night you know a little rain must fall.

It wouldn’t be the first time for the wind to blow hard and fast...

For forty days and forty nights...but this too shall pass.

Problems...everybody’s got problems

Everybody sings the blues.

I heard you whistlin’ down the alleyway, the echoes of a sad, sad song

The soundtrack to another day in a world gone wrong.

In the distance on the radio, in the headlines, on the news...

So many reasons to be justified in feeling confused...

Problems...everybody’s got problems

Everybody sings the blues.

Well, maybe your mama dropped you on your head when you were so very small...

Maybe you had to learn how to run before you learned how to crawl.

Maybe you ran until you found a safe place to hide your heart...

Hide it away ‘til it all comes around, and it all comes falling apart.

Problems...everybody’s got problems

Everybody sings the blues.

Words & Music © Matthew Giffin