I Can Hardly Bear The Sight Of Lipstick On The Cigarettes There In The Ashtray Lying Cold The Way You Left Them At Least Your Lips Caressed Them While You Passed And Left Print On The Half-Filled Cup Of Coffee That You Poured And Didn't Drink But At Least You Thought You Wanted That So Much More Than I Can Say For Me But What A Good Year For The Roses Many Blooms Still Linger There The Lawn Could Stand Another Mowing It's Funny I Don't Even Care When You Turned And Walked Away As The Door Behind You Closes The Only Thing I Know To Say It's Been A Good Year For The Roses After Three Full Years Of Marriage It's The First Time That You Haven't Made The Bet I Guess The Reason We're Not Talking There's So Little Left To Say We Haven't Said While A Million Thoughts Go Running Through My Mind I Find I Haven't Spoke A Word And From The Bedroom Those Familiar Sounds Of Our One Baby's Crying Goes Unheard But What A Good Year For The Roses Many Blooms Still Linger There The Lawn Could Stand Another Mowing It's Funny I Don't Even Care When You Turned And Walked Away As The Door Behind You Closes The Only Thing I Know To Say It's Been A Good Year For The Roses