I don't like roses anyway
Take me to fields full of pink peonies and there I'll stay
This clever subterfuge, this magical mysterious place
Take me down the rabbit hole where Alice stays...
I want to have tea parties with Voltaire, Sylvia and Shakespeare...
I sip my tea and hope he finds me here
And we stare into oblivion a million miles from nowhere
Rose garden's are for the dreamers
The ones that shift swiftly in 860's and drive away
Rose garden's are for the believers
The ones that stand outside on rainy days
Sometimes I wonder if they wonder what I wonder about
I guess I'm at the point where I can wander and wonder not what they care about
Under the giving tree I, look to the sky, thank God I am I
As time persists on by…
Rose gardens are for the dreamers
The ones that shift swiftly in 860's and drive away
Rose garden's are for the believers
The ones that stand outside on rainy days
I don't like roses anyway, I don't like roses anyway, anyway