I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin cold the way you left em, but at least your lips caressed them while You packed Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didnt drink But at least you thought you wanted it, thats so much more than I can say For me

 

What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin Funny I dont even care As you turn to walk away As the door behind you closes The only thing I have to say Its been a good year for the roses

 

After three full years of marriage, its the first time that you havent Made the bed I guess the reason were not talkin, theres so little left to say we Havent said While a million thoughts go racin through my mind, I find I havent said a word >from the bedroom the familiar sound of a babys cryin goes unheard

 

What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin Funny I dont even care As you turn to walk away As the door behind you closes The only thing I have to say Its been a good year for the roses