8 Roses   (Addison/ Singh)      Night's falling on the off ramp   Trucks roll by above me on the road   And the sun is melting into the buildings   Everybody's rushing to get on home   Seems like I've been standing here for hours   Hours longer than the good Lord should allow   With a plastic bucket and some flowers   Caughtup in your headlights now      8 roses   8 roses   Red roses wrapped in cellophane   I hate roses   I hate roses   But 8 roses   Still remain      I guess you're home by now from the hotel laundry   I hope you didn't have to wait to catch a ride   Did you bring the kids a little something from the kitchen   And it's finally cooling off outside      8 roses   8 roses   Red roses wrapped in cellophane   I hate roses   I hate roses   But 8 roses   Still remain      Now why in the hell did we ever come here to the city   I guess it's not like we left anything behind   Since they took the farm it hasn't been that easy   I guess we didn't have a choice this time      But I wish I could be there, lying by your side   But I'll be standing here till somebody buys       8 roses   8 roses   Red roses wrapped in cellophane   I hate roses   I hate roses   But 8 roses   Still remain