Cannonball Days Lyrics

What's come to stay from your cannonball days
But a house and some clothes on the line?
You fired away with your drunken brigade
In the streets of New York as a child
A woman so fine, yeah, fine as a girl
Slow like an Italian wine
Her hair all a mess and her dress all disheveled
But all of your roses have died

Better luck in the next life
'Cause your gonna need it, dear
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died
All of your roses have died

I tasted your lips, put my hands on your hips
Danced in apartment A-9
Your cats on the sill and my head to your breast
Feeding your rhythms divine

A west Jersey queen with a rattle machine
Tasted the salt through your skin
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died

Better luck in the next life
Go give them some hell and goodbye
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died
All of your roses have died

A bask in the heat down on Christopher Street
Bought you a rose from a bum
Left you a note that I stuffed in your coat
You laughed and you said it was dumb

You broke like a stem and I guess you're with him
I'm sure that he treats you just fine
So bottoms up, cheers, baby, here's to your tears
All of your roses have died

Better luck in the next life
I'll miss you but go on, goodbye
I feel like a straight from his cannonball days
When all of your roses were mine
When all of your roses were mine