Horizons
As memories combine, not sure where I've ever been.
'Cause it's the D in Detroit which scares me to no end. I'll count to ten.
When living this down makes so much sense.
We collide - and onward we do fly
We collide - and onward we do fly
Onward - until we hit again.
I kept your picture just behind the eye those weeks when our distance grew.
Drove north where I found you waiting in Des Moines - thank God I'm not losing
you
And girl I hope you're not alone - and sleep through this weather
And girl I hope you'r
Roses Are Red
Roses are red, my love ... doo doo da doooo ...
A long, long time ago, on graduation day.
You handed me your book ... I signed this way:
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
We dated through high school.
And when the big day came,
I wrote into your book,
next to my name:
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
Then I went far away and you found someone new.
I read your letter dear, and I wrote back to you:
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But luck may god bless you."
Is that your little girl?
She looks a lot like you.
Someday some boy will write
in her book, too.
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."