Rosebud

When I pick up my guitar

This is the song that always comes

Don't know what I'm singing about and don't know what for

I think about you, I think about Rosebud

Wish there was a song to sing you 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