there's a man at the bar selling roses.
he's sits there all night 'til it closes.

for five dollars a flower, he sells chances at love.
he's makin' money hand over fist, but it's you i'm thinkin' of.

"Don't you want a flower for a young lady?" he kindly speaks.
"The lady i want isn't here and hasn't been here for weeks."

i turn and walk back to the stage for one last set.
time for one more drink and to smoke a cigarette.

he taps me on the shoulder and hands me a rose.
"i've been where you are, son, god knows."

"There's a lot of women in this world and they can all break our hearts
Here's two red roses for free and that blonde in the corner is a good place to start.


thanks,

scott