A Good Year For The Roses
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstickOn the cigarettes there in the ashtrayLyin' cold the way you left 'emBut at least your lips caressed themWhile you packedOr the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffeeThat you poured and didn't drinkBut at least you thought you wanted itthat's so much more than I can say for me
What a good year for the rosesMany blooms still linger thereThe lawn could stand another mowin'Funny I don't even careAs you turn to walk awayAs the door behind you closesThe only thing I have to sayIt's been a good year for the roses
After three full years of marriageIt's the first time that you haven't made the bedI guess the reason we're not talkin'There's so little left to say we haven't saidWhile a million thoughts go racin' through my mindI find I haven't said a wordFrom the bedroom the familiar soundOf our baby's cryin' goes unheard
What a good year for the rosesMany blooms still linger thereThe lawn could stand another mowin'Funny I don't even careAs you turn to walk awayAs the door behind you closesThe only thing I have to sayIt's been a good year for the roses