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.