The Roses In The Window Box


Have Tilted To One Side,


Everything About This House


Was Born To Grow And Die.





It Doesn't Seem A Year Ago


To This Very Day


You Said I'm Sorry Honey,


If I Don't Change The Pace,


I Can't Face Another Day.





And Love Lies Bleeding In My Hand,


It Kills Me To Think Of You With Another Man.


I Was Playing Rock-nproll And You Were Just A Fan,


But My Guitar Couldn't Hold You


So I Spilt The Band.


Love Lies Bleeding In My Hands





I Wonder If Those Changes


Have Left A Scar On You,


Like All The Burning Hoops Of Fire


That You And I Passed Through.





You're Bluebird On A Telegraph Line


I Hope You're Happy Now,


Well If The Wind Of Change Comes Down Your Way Girl


You'll Make It Back Somehow.