Sunday Morning Roses Songtext
von Kevin Johnson
Sunday Morning Roses Songtext
I have stood on love′s verandahs caution beating in my veins
And I've looked at summer dying, in the early autumn rain
And I′ve seen some vague connection
This is just how love would be
And I've walked from love's verandahs
Love was not for me
I have trod a hundred highways
I have turned a thousand bends
I have passed a million doorways
Searching for a friend
Then I′ve turned my back on someone
Who shared my common need
In case he looked inside and saw the loneliness in me
Oh the chances come and the chances go
And I answer yes
But it comes out no
No use me waiting and wondering why
My golden chances all pass by
Ah the circus crowds that beckoned
Like the prancing, dancing, new years
And the sounds of children playing
Laughing louder than their tears
I′ve had many songs inside me
But afraid to bring them out
In case I found that this was not what life was all about
Oh the chances come and the chances go
And I answer yes
But it comes out no
No use me waiting and wondering why
My golden chances all pass by
So I guess I'll go on living
And I guess I′ll stay the same
My cup will fill with nothing but the taste of autumn rain
And I'll pick my sweet tomorrows
From someone else′s trust
And my Sunday morning roses
From the Monday morning dust
And I've looked at summer dying, in the early autumn rain
And I′ve seen some vague connection
This is just how love would be
And I've walked from love's verandahs
Love was not for me
I have trod a hundred highways
I have turned a thousand bends
I have passed a million doorways
Searching for a friend
Then I′ve turned my back on someone
Who shared my common need
In case he looked inside and saw the loneliness in me
Oh the chances come and the chances go
And I answer yes
But it comes out no
No use me waiting and wondering why
My golden chances all pass by
Ah the circus crowds that beckoned
Like the prancing, dancing, new years
And the sounds of children playing
Laughing louder than their tears
I′ve had many songs inside me
But afraid to bring them out
In case I found that this was not what life was all about
Oh the chances come and the chances go
And I answer yes
But it comes out no
No use me waiting and wondering why
My golden chances all pass by
So I guess I'll go on living
And I guess I′ll stay the same
My cup will fill with nothing but the taste of autumn rain
And I'll pick my sweet tomorrows
From someone else′s trust
And my Sunday morning roses
From the Monday morning dust
Writer(s): John Davies Cale, Lou A. Reed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com