Rosebud

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 RosebudWish there was a song to sing

To bring you back

But you can't get here

From nowhere I guessRosebud's shipwrecked

Up on the Ohio

Behind a wall of glass

Telling me to take care of myself

And my friendsYou sing to a field of trees

And roses singing those melodies

Simple and easy

Where everything moves

Underneath you and Rosebud tooI wish there was a song to sing

To get you back

But you can't get here

From nowhere I guessRosebud's shipwrecked

Up on the Ohio

Behind a wall of glass

Telling me to take it easy

But I took a photographAnd she's just

A wooden machine

But you and Rosebud

You're still singing to me