A Good Year For The Roses

A D C#m E7 A A I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick, A D A E A on the cigarettes there in the ashtray. A Lying cold the way you left them, A D A E A at least your lips caressed them, while you packed. A D And a lip print on a half-filled, cup of coffee, D A E A that you poured and didn't drink. A E But at least you thought you wanted it. E A That's so much more, than I can say, for me. A D A But what a good year for the ro-ses. E A Many blooms, still linger there. A Bm The lawn could stand another mowing. E A It's funny, I don't even care. A D When you turned and walked away. E D A And as the door behind you clo-ses. A Bm The only thing I know to say; E A D It's been a good year for the ro-ses. C#m E7 A A After three full years of marriage. A D A It's the first time, that you haven't, made the bed. A I guess the reason we're not talking, A D A E A there's so little left to say, we, haven't said. A D While a million thoughts, go running through my mind, D A I find I haven't, spoke a word. F#m E And from the bedroom those familiar sounds, E A of our one baby's crying, goes unheard. A D But what a good year for the ro-ses. E A Many blooms, still linger there. A Bm The lawn could stand another mowing. E A Funny, I don't even care. A D And when you turned you walked away. E D A And as the door behind you clo-ses. A Bm The only thing I know to say. E A D It's been a good year for the ro-ses. A E A