Roses
Heading north, San Francisco
Wild horses in my head
See ya looking out the window
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Do I love her for her beauty?
Do I love her for she makes me smile?
Do I love her 'cos it's my duty?
I... I guess we'll never really know
Will she bring roses?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses?
