A Good Year For The Roses

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lying 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 drink
But at least you thought you wanted it that's so much more than I can say for me

It's been a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand a mowing
Funny I don't even care
And you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I know 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 talking there's so little left we haven't said
While a million thoughts go racing through my mind I find I haven't spoke a word
From the bedroom the familiar sound of one baby's crying goes unheard

But what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowing
Funny I don't even care
And when you turn to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses