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