The roses in the window box
have tilted to one side
everything about this house
was born to grow and die
Oh it doesn't seem a year ago
to this very day
you said i'm sorry honey
if i don't change the pace
i can't face another day
And love lies bleeding in my hand
oh it kills me to think of you with another man
i was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
but my guitar couldn't hold you
so i split the band
love lies bleeding in my hands
I wonder if those changes
have left a scar on you
like all the burning hoops of fire
that you and i passed through
You're a bluebird on a telegraph line
i hope you're happy now
well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
you'll make it back somehow