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 Rose’s 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

Thanks to Ryan Adams, and to Juan for the tip.

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  1. Apparently this is an ongoing theme. RA played Lolapalooza in Chicago — members of Blue L**** were in attendance — last weekend. His set included TN Jed, Wharf Rat, and Franklin’s Tower. RA appeared sober, awake, and in good form. I’d love to hear his interpretation of Wharf Rat.

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