There is a rose, no one knows what is close to her
There she goes, on her own somewhere west of here
She's the last of her kind
Always there in the back of my mind, of my mind
I'm tired of pressing on without a place to call home
Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone
But I'm not made of stone
With a wild heart that I've long outgrown
There is a rose, she never shows what is close to her
There she goes, on her own there's nothing left for her here
She's the last of her kind
Always there in the back of my mind, of my mind
I'm tired of pressing on without a place to call home
Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone
But I'm not made of stone
With a wild heart that I've long outgrown
Oh make believe, I was thinking you'd be there for me
Oh fantasy, only seeing what I want to see
Well you're tapping your foot like you want to leave
It's not like I asked you to marry me
The night that I told you what's wrong with me
I thought that you'd see just how I feel
