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 
RosebudWish there was a song to sing
To bring you back
But you can't get here
From nowhere 
I guessRosebud's shipwrecked
Up on the 
OhioBehind 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 guessRosebud's shipwrecked
Up on the 
OhioBehind 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 
RosebudYou're still singing to me