| C | |
| I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick |
| F | C | |
| on the ciga | rettes there in the | ashtray. |
| Lying cold the way you left them, |
| F | |
| but at least your lips car | essed them |
| C | C7 | |
| w | hile you packed. |
| F | |
| Or the | lip print on a half-filled cup |
| of coffee that you poured |
| C | |
| and d | idn't drink. |
| G | |
| But at l | east you thought you wanted it |
| C | |
| which is so much more than I can say f | or me. |
| CHORUS: |
| F | G | |
| It's been a good year for the r | oses |
| C | |
| Many blooms still | linger there. |
| Dm | G | |
| The lawn could stand another | mowing |
| C | |
| it's funny, I don't even c | are |
| F | G | |
| But as you turned and | walked away |
| F | C | |
| As the door behind you | clos | es |
| Dm | G | |
| The only thing I thought to | say |
| F | C | |
| is what a good year for the | ros | es |
| VERSE: |
| After three, four years of marriage |
| it's the first time that you haven't made the bed |
| I guess the reason we're not talking, |
| is there's so little left to say that we haven't said |
| While a million thoughts go racing through my mind |
| I guess I haven't said a word |
| From the bedroom, the familiar sound |
| of our one baby's crying goes unheard |
| CHORUS: |
| F | G | |
| It's been a good year for the r | oses |
| C | |
| Many blooms still | linger there. |
| Dm | G | |
| The lawn could stand another | mowing |
| C | |
| it's funny, I don't even c | are |
| F | G | |
| But as you turned and wal | ked away |
| F | C | |
| As the door behind you | clos | es |
| Dm | G | |
| The only thing I thought to | say |
| F | C | |
| is what a good year for | the roses |
| F | - | C |