When I pick up my guitar  This is the song that always comes  Don't know what I'm singing 'bout and  Don't know what for  I think about you  And I think about Rosebud    Wish there was a song to sing  To bring you back  But you can't get here from nowhere I guess  Rosebud's shipwrecked up on the Ohio  Behind a wall of glass  Telling me to take care of myself  And my friends    You sing to a field of trees  And roses singing those melodies  Simple and easy where everything moves  Underneath you  And Rosebud too    I wish there was a song to sing  To get you back  But you can't get here from nowhere I guess  Rosebud's shipwrecked up on the Ohio  Behind a wall of glass  Telling me to take it easy  But I took a photograph  And she's just a wooden machine  But you and Rosebud, you're still singing to me