A THING FOR ROSES

He had a thing for roses, she liked to rock 'n roll.
It was part of his neurosis to always see the hole.
She was looking skyward, he was looking down.
He had this thing for roses, she had to leave this town.

He had this thing for roses, he saw them everywhere
a slippery osmosis just underneath his hair.
She liked Lynyrd Skynyrd. He liked looking inward.
He had this thing for roses, she had to run around.

He had a thing for roses in spite of all the thorns.
The only thing he knows is you gotta grab it by the horns.
He was always careful, she would jump right in.
He had a thing for roses, she had a thing for sin.

The moral of this story, the moral of this tune
Is keep your options open, when starin' at the moon.
Two sides to every story, two halves to the whole
Nothing goes with roses like a little rock 'n roll.

Words & music by Brad Riesau ©1998
written predominantly 7/24/98 from some earlier notes