A Good Year For The Roses Lyrics - Counting Crows

I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick 

On the cigarettes there in the ashtray. 

Lying cold the way you left them, 

But at least your lips caressed them 

While you packed. 

Or the lip print o a half-filled cup 

Of coffee that you poured 

And didn't drink. 

But at least you thought you wanted it 

Which is so much more than I can say for me. 

Refrain 

It's been a good year for the roses 

Many blooms still linger there. 

The lawn could stand another mowing 

It's funny, I don't even care 

But as you turned and walked away 

As the door behind you closes 

The only thing I thought to say 

Was what a good year for the roses 

After three, four years of marriage 

It's the first time that you haven't made the bed 

I guess the reason we're not talking, 

Is there's so little left to say that we haven't said 

While a million thoughts go racing through my mind 

I guess I haven't said a word 

From the bedroom, the familiar sound 

Of our one baby's crying goes unheard