Funeral For A Friend

The roses in the window box

Have tilted to one side,

Everything about this house

Was born to grow and die.

It doesn't seem a year ago

To this very day

You said I'm sorry honey,

If I don't change the pace,

I can't face another day.

And love lies bleeding in my hand,

It kills me to think of you with another man.

I was playing rock-n-roll and you were just a fan,

But my guitar couldn't hold you

So I split the band.

Love lies bleeding in my hands.

I wonder if those changes

Have left a scar on you,

Like all the burning hoops of fire

That you and I passed through.

You're a bluebird on a telegraph line

I hope you're happy now,

Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl

You'll make it back somehow.