Dave Gillespie

Lyrics

Roseline

You laugh and say there’s nothing more
Summer’s over, like this crazy little war
Now I’m wondering what I came back for
You just smile, leave a buck and head straight for the door

Nothings fair about the games we played
No one cares about the things we said
But I still hear the echoes of love
That keep me from walking away

Roseline, are you waiting for a better man
Or is your heart just buried in the sand
Can’t you hear the winter wind moan
Aren’t you tired of being on you own

I might have followed you some other day
Hanging on to every word you say
While that beauty never seems to fade
It just reminds me of all the ways I’ve paid

Nobody fact checks the lies I tell
When I’m only talking to myself
Now I’m lost here in a freak autumn gale
Wishing I’d learned how to sail

Roseline, are you waiting for a better man
Or is your heart just buried in the sand
Can’t you hear the winter wind moan
Aren’t you tired of being on your own

You tilt your head and flash that criminal smile
Languid in an armchair with your own careless style
Cool as an old T-Bird, just give me one more mile
They find it so intoxicating, but I feel like Holden Caulfield, just a juvenile

Roseline, you say you’re waiting for a better man
But I think your heart is really buried in the sand
Now I hear the winter wind moan
I’ve got to make it on my own