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 didn′t drinkBut at least you thought you wanted it, that's 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 don′t even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
It′s been a good year for the roses
After three full years of marriage, it's the first time that you haven′t made the bed
I guess the reason we're not talkin′, there's so little left to say we haven′t said
While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind, I find I haven't said a word
From the bedroom the familiar sound of one baby′s crying goes unheard
What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowin′
Funny I don't even care
As you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
It′s been a good year for the roses
