I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick    On the cigarettes there in the ashtray    Lyin' cold the way you left 'em,    But at least your lips caressed them    While you packed    Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee    That you poured and didn't drink    But at least you thought you wanted it,    That's so much more than I can say for me    What a good year for the roses    Many blooms still linger there    The lawn could stand another mowin'    Funny I don't even care    As you turn to walk away    As the door behind you closes    The only thing I have to say    It's been a good year for the roses       After three full years of marriage,    It's the first time that you haven't made the bed    I guess the reason we're not talkin',    Tere's so little left to say we haven't said    While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind    I find I haven't said a word    From the bedroom the familiar sound    Of a baby's cryin' goes unheard       What a good year for the roses    Many blooms still linger there    The lawn could stand another mowin'    Funny I don't even care    As you turn to walk away    As the door behind you closes    The only thing I have to say    It's been a good year for the roses