I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick on the cigar-{ in the ashtray lyin? cold the way you left them at least your lips caress-{ while you packed And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn?t drink but at least you thought you wanted it that?s so much more than I can say for me Chorus: But what a good year for the roses there the lawn could stand another mowin? care and when you turned and walked away the only thing I know to say After three full years of marriage it?s the first time that you made the bed I guess the reason we?re not talkin? there?s so little left to say, haven?t said while a million thoughts go runnin? through my mind I find I haven?t spoke a word and from the bedroom those familiar sounds of our one baby?s cryin? goes un-{}-heard Repeat Chorus