Ryan Adams - Cannonball Days Lyrics
What's come to stay from the Cannonball daysbut a house and some clothes on the line.Fired away your drunken brigadeIn the streets of New York as a child.Woman so fine, fine as a girlSlow like an Italian wine.Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelfBut all of your roses have died.Better luck in the next lifeCuz you're gonna need it dear.Loved you back then, but i couldn't say whenCuz all of your roses have diedAll of your roses have died.I tasted your lips with my hands on your hipsDanced in apartment named Nine.Cats on the sill and my head to your breastBeating your rhythms divine.West Jersey Queen with a rattled machineTasted the salt through your skin.Loved you back then, but I couldn't say whenCuz all of your roses have died.Better luck in the next lifeGo give em some hell and goodbyeLoved you back then, but i couldn't say whenCuz all of your roses have diedAll of your roses have died.Basked in the heat down on Christopher street,Bought you a rose from a bumLeft you a note, had it stuffed in your coatYou laughed and said it was dumb.Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with himI'm sure that he treats you just fine.So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tearsall of your roses have died.Better luck in the next lifeI'll miss you, but go on, goodbye.I feel like a stray from these cannonball dayswhen all of your roses were mine.all of your roses were mineall of your roses........were mine
