4 acessos
Talk with me a little while walk with me one more mile
Meantime I’ll pretend the world’s all clover
Try to think of something we can say to make it better
Nothing to remind me it’s all over
I feel as though I’ve ran a race here I am in second place
It’s no secret everybody knows it
So pour my wine in a silver cup one more time then hang it up
And this will be my one run for the ro-ses
Wishing on the one hand I could look at love like you can
And take it with a little grain of salt
Knowing on the other hand I’d never love this much again
Or maybe I could simply laugh it off
I may find somebody new stop my soul from wanting you
I could try but baby I don’t know this
How could I love daffodils when scarlet pedals always will
Remind me of my one run for the ro-ses
If we should meet again can I pretend
I’m just someone who barely knows you
With time alone on my side I’ll leave an awful lot of pride
And finally play the part I’m suppose to
Now I take what’s left of me try to bow out gracefully
Hoping your new love won’t even notice
One day I may learn to live with violets and daffodils
Knowing I made one run for the roses
And this will be my one run for the ro-ses