You've practiced and rehearsed But in your heart you know It's too late. Experience should tell you Never get your story too straight. You'd better steel yourself And prepare for Some blues to descend 'Cause you've broken something this time Stoplight roses can't mend.
You've dusted off your shame face In the mirror behind the bathroom door. That little-boy-lost look That used to work so well Doesn't anymore. If you believe your same-old used-to-be Will see you through You'll last about as long as stoplight roses do.
Stoplight roses In their sad array. Love's promise in cellophane lace Or dead giveaway? You'll need time to devise A stylish plan And you'll do it driving over to The stoplight roses man.
And if you believe your same-old used-to-be Will see you through You'll last about as long as stoplight roses do.
