When I Pick Up My Guitar
This Is The Song That Always Comes
Don't Know What I'm Singing 'bout And
Don't Know What For
I Think About You
And I Think About Rosebud

Wish There Was A Song To Sing
To Bring You Back
But You Can't Get Here From Nowhere I Guess
Rosebud's Shipwrecked Up On The Ohio
Behind A Wall Of Glass
Telling Me To Take Care Of Myself
And My Friends

You Sing To A Field Of Trees
And Roses Singing Those Melodies
Simple And Easy Where Everything Moves
Underneath You
And Rosebud Too

I Wish There Was A Song To Sing
To Get You Back
But You Can't Get Here From Nowhere I Guess
Rosebud's Shipwrecked Up On The Ohio
Behind A Wall Of Glass
Telling Me To Take It Easy
But I Took A Photograph
And She's Just A Wooden Machine
But You And Rosebud, You're Still Singing To Me