Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Souther-Hillman-Furay Band
The Souther-Hillman-Furay Band
Performer
Souther, Hiller, Furay
Souther, Hiller, Furay
Performer
Hillman
Hillman
Performer
Souther
Souther
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Souther, Hiller, Furay
Souther, Hiller, Furay
Songwriter
John David Souther
John David Souther
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby, I was talking all night long, trying to take it home long distance
I guess I lost my connection, I heard you slip away
And then it came in loud and clear
You only hear what you want to hear
And everybody here says, "Sonny boy, you're on your way"
[Verse 2]
But there's trouble in paradise, the story don't sound too nice
And you just can't sleep at night in a solid gold room
But there's trouble in paradise, you never turn out those lights
And you just can't close your eyes in a solid gold room
[Verse 3]
Baby, you've been looking at the future and
I know you think you found it
And now you wanna make me a hero, put me in a shiny suit
Now I don't know where to put the blame
I guess everybody needs to have a name
But you never get to count the loot
[Verse 4]
There's trouble in paradise, the story don't sound too nice
And you just can't sleep at night in a solid gold room
But there's trouble in paradise, too many sleep that night
They have no pride in a solid gold room
Well, there's trouble
[Verse 5]
Where the warm winds won't blow
And the stars don't seem to shine so bright
Nearly everybody knows
Nearly nobody minds
[Verse 6]
You've been outdoor, hanging at the stage door waving at the limousine
(Goodbye, goodbye)
It's the same cat life that we use in a graveyard scene
Tomorrow morning, you go back to school, as if nothing has changed
Well, there's no use playing if you're winning at a losing game
[Verse 7]
There's trouble in paradise, you're paying for everything twice
Too much half a price a little too soon
There's trouble in paradise, you never turn out those lights
You just can't close your eyes in a solid gold room
No, no, you never can close your eyes in a solid gold room, ooh
Ooh, ooh, oh
[Verse 8]
No, no, no
There's a trouble
Written by: John David Souther, Souther, Hiller, Furay
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