The Backyard Roses Lyrics - Singles - Bryant Richard

Richard Bryant 

His heart is junk, heavy and cold like some old radiator 

Piled in a heap at her pretty little feet 

He sets it out with the trash 

He can't recycle the past 

There's no return and there's no nickel to get back 

They left no stone undisturbed, they rocked the bed of roses 

She pulled the weeds, he punched in the seeds 

But nothing good came of the work 

Just some stains on his shirt 

From diggin round in a big old pile of dirt 

He hears the sanitation truck grind its gears and hit the curb 

He hears the sanitation men calling out to her 

But she won't answer right away 

Her pretty throat is lined with dirt 

She's three feet underneath the backyard roses 

Wrapped in his old shirt 

His heart is junk, heavy and cold like some old radiator 

Piled in a heap at her pretty little feet 

He sets it out with the trash 

He can't recycle the past 

There's no return and there's no nickel to get back