You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's goin' off about something that you said. 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do. . I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night.
Roses, pressed in a bible. Bring wonderful memories of you. Roses, withered and faded. The same as the love we once knew. Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops.
I'm hearing funny stories and they're far from being true. But you know how talk gets around. Those busy tongues are wagging saying I walked out on you.
Darling, I love you so and it's mighty hard to know. That you don't care what happens to me. The shadows creep through and I worry over you. But you don't care what happens to me.
Roses pressed in a Bible bring me sweet mem'ries of you. Roses withered and faded as same as a love I once knew. . Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops.