There's something in your eyes I never thought I'd see again
As I look across the table
And all the walls I've built come crashing in
And it's time to start again if I am able
I try to reach out for you
Through the silent space between
But I can't say what I mean
Or find a way to make you see
And an old man wanders in
Gray hair and sallow skin
To take a dollar from a lonely fool like me
Who is starting to believe
That one door opens when another closes
And tonight must be the night
For secondhand roses
It's crimson red and full in bloom with the tiniest of thorns
The scent's intoxicating
And it's healing all these heartbreaks come and gone
Into distant memory fading
The smile on your face
And the flower in your hand
Dashing all my best laid plans
My defenses cannot stand
And the old man walks away
To come again another day
To make the extra dollar here and there
From all us fools too lost to care
And new loves open as the evening closes
And tonight must be the night
For secondhand roses
And the old man walks away
To come again another day
To make the extra dollar here and there
From all us fools too lost to care
And new loves open as the evening closes
And tonight's the kind of night
For secondhand roses