Roses on the Vine

Come on, Gwen. Where’ve you been?
Are you feeling right? You got so thin
What sets you running when you hear us coming?
You can’t hide from a landslide

Maryanne, still so young. New Year’s Eve, in ’91
You held his hand and looked around
You could take that chain down
You could take that chain down

Bleeding heart and clover blooming, roses on the vine
When it’s raining hard, darkness glooming
I could change my mind
I could change my mind

Come on, Jean. You’ve got to get up
Let’s comb that hair. You’re looking rough
The nurse is coming, she’ll bring you something
You could put your foot down
You could put your foot down
You could put your foot down