There is a rose No one knows What is close to her There she goes On her own somewhere west of here She's the last of her kind Always there in the back of my mind Of my mind I'm tired of pressing on Without a place to call home Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone But I'm not made of stone With a wild heart that I've long outgrown There is a rose She never shows What is close to her There she goes On her own There's nothing left for her here She's the last of her kind Always there in the back of my mind Of my mind I'm tired of pressing on Without a place to call home Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone But I'm not made of stone With a wild heart that I've long outgrown Oh make believe I was thinking you'd be there for me Oh fantasy Only seeing what I want to see Well you're tapping your foot like you want to leave It's not like I asked you to marry me The night that I told you what's wrong with me I thought that you'd see just how I feel