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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.