When I pick up my guitar This is the song that always comes Don't know what I'm singing 'bout And don't know what for I think about you And I think about RosebudWish there was a song to sing To bring you back But you can't get here From nowhere I guessRosebud's shipwrecked Up on the OhioBehind a wall of glass Telling me to take care of myself And my friends You sing to a field of trees And roses singing those melodies Simple and easy Where everything moves Underneath you and Rosebud too I wish there was a song to sing To get you back But you can't get here From nowhere I guessRosebud's shipwrecked Up on the OhioBehind a wall of glass Telling me to take it easy But I took a photograph And she's just A wooden machine But you and RosebudYou're still singing to me
When I pick up my guitar This is the song that always comes Don't know what I'm singing 'bout And don't know what for I think about you And I think about RosebudWish there was a song to sing To bring you back But you can't get here From nowhere I guessRosebud's shipwrecked Up on the OhioBehind a wall of glass Telling me to take care of myself And my friends You sing to a field of trees And roses singing those melodies Simple and easy Where everything moves Underneath you and Rosebud too I wish there was a song to sing To get you back But you can't get here From nowhere I guessRosebud's shipwrecked Up on the OhioBehind a wall of glass Telling me to take it easy But I took a photograph And she's just A wooden machine But you and RosebudYou're still singing to me
