I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
But at least your lips carressed 'em 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 and 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 in the lawn
Could stand another mowing
Funny i don't even care when you turn to wal 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's there's so little
Left to say we haven't said
While a million thoughts go racing through my mind
I find i haven't spoke a word
And from the bedroom the familiar sound of our one
Baby's crying goes unheard but what a good year for the roses
1970 10