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