The Rose With a Broken Neck

Lonely I see,

Lonely I lead.

Lonely I feel,

Lonely I bleed,

Lonely I trust.

And lonely I must

Be the rose with the broken neck.

The plow on the farm,

The train on the track,

The tracks on my arm,

The train in a wreck.

That's when they all seem to swarm,

Not when you are all alone

In your home with the broken neck.

Help myself to a drink,

Help myself to the sink.

The dogs start to moan

And the crows start to peck.

At my eyes and down at the ground

Oh, and it shows

I'm the rose with the broken neck.

Lonely I see,

Lonely I lead.

Lonely I feel.

And lonely I bleed,

Lonely I trust.

And lonely I must

Be the rose with the broken neck.