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 drink
But at least you thought you wanted it,
Tat´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´,
Tere´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 a baby´s cryin´ 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