One More Problem - Atlanta Rhythm Section

Checkered lines

Down a cobbled piece of pavement

Tragic prose

Stained with tears

And still I’m crying

Then I jumped down from heaven

To salvation

One more problem

No more yours

No more mine

Flags are flying low today

Across our nation

In the name of love

Another fool has died

Yet they walk away

Without an explanation

No more problem

No more yours

Than it is mine

Oh I’m living in a time of desperation

And the answer seems impossible to find

But nobody understands

My situation

One more problem

They got theirs

I got mine