I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick 
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray 
Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, 
But at least your lips caressed them 
While you packed 
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee 
That you poured and didn't drink 
But at least you thought you wanted it, 
Tat's so much more than I can say for me 
What a good year for the roses 
Many blooms still linger there 
The lawn could stand another mowin' 
Funny I don't even care 
As you turn to walk away 
As the door behind you closes 
The only thing I have to say 
It's been a good year for the roses 

After three full years of marriage, 
It's the first time that you haven't made the bed 
I guess the reason we're not talkin', 
Tere's so little left to say we haven't said 
While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind 
I find I haven't said a word 
From the bedroom the familiar sound 
Of a baby's cryin' goes unheard 

What a good year for the roses 
Many blooms still linger there 
The lawn could stand another mowin' 
Funny I don't even care 
As you turn to walk away 
As the door behind you closes 
The only thing I have to say 
It's been a good year for the roses