Cry hell about the sin of a preacher man
Cry hell about the things that you can't change
Found trouble when the truth had to run and hide
Tell mamma if you can't tell a lie

Holding out for something more
Paradise from the cheap seats don't get me wrong
You can hardly even notice
Holding out for something more
Beat me to the punch

It's coming up Roses, Roses
Well I wish you well
Wish you well upon you're ride tonight

I'm done thinking for myself, but I know I can't
Cry hell and feel the back of a worried hand
Can't pay all the debt that I still owe
My fingers working right down to the bone

Holding out for something more
Paradise from the cheap seats don't get me
Wrong
You can hardly even notice
Holding out for something more
Beat me to the punch

It's coming up Roses, Roses

Well I wish you well
Wish you well upon you're ride tonight

It won't be long before I'm
I'm back inside your arms
It won't be long before I'm
I'm back inside your arms
Sorrow I killed you once before
Beat me to the punch

Darlin your coming up Roses, Roses

Well I wish you well
Wish you well upon you're ride tonight