A Good Year For The Roses

I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick
 On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
 Lyin' cold the way you left them
 But at least your lips caressed them while you packed
 And a 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 another mowin'
 Funny, I don't even care
 When you turned and walked away
 And 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 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 spoke a word
 And from the bedroom those familiar sounds
 Of our one baby's cryin' goes unheard
 But what a good year for the roses
 Many blooms still linger there
 The lawn could stand another mowin'
 Funny, I don't even care
 When you turned and walked away
 And as the door behind you closes
 The only thing I know to say
 It's been a good year for the roses
 
 I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick
 On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
 Lyin' cold the way you left them
 But at least your lips caressed them while you packed
 And a 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 another mowin'
 Funny, I don't even care
 When you turned and walked away
 And 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 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 spoke a word
 And from the bedroom those familiar sounds
 Of our one baby's cryin' goes unheard
 But what a good year for the roses
 Many blooms still linger there
 The lawn could stand another mowin'
 Funny, I don't even care
 When you turned and walked away
 And as the door behind you closes
 The only thing I know to say
 It's been a good year for the roses