When I pick up my guitar. This is the song that always comes. Don't know what I'm singing 'bout and. Don't know what for. I think about you. And I think about Rosebud. Wish there was a song to sing. To bring you back. But you can't get here from nowhere I guess. Rosebud's shipwrecked up on the Ohio. Behind a wall of glass. Telling me to take care of myself. And my friends. You sing to a field of trees. And roses singing those melodies. Simple and easy where everything moves. Underneath you. And Rosebud too. I wish there was a song to sing. To get you back. But you can't get here from nowhere I guess. Rosebud's shipwrecked up on the Ohio. Behind a wall of glass. Telling me to take it easy. But I took a photograph. And she's just a wooden machine. But you and Rosebud you're still singing to me