The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side,
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die.
Oh 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,
Oh it kills me to think of you with another man.
I was playing rock-and-roll and you were just a fan,
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So I split the band.
Love lies bleeding in my hand.
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.