Troubled Roses - The Cowsills

Always going from town to town

But trying to believe I might settle down, soon

Making it to where the opportunities abound

Racing chasing eyes embracing

Cast down highway moon

You know I take to the road when I find that

The load on my mind has me blind to the times

I can have on a highway going my way

Yeah, yeah, yeah and get led through

A bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way

A bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way

Living in cities where the lights never dim

And trees raised in concrete grow slim and die

People walking, talking, faces glum and grim

Packing my thoughts, I give into a whim

And I get on the move, get in a new groove

And run with the sun

To some place near a highway where I can live my way

I’m driven to livin' and learnin' life’s lesson

But possess an obsession for messin' around

If I get in a rut and start sayin' «So what,»

And instead of cuttin', I just start puttin' things down

I better take to the street before I get weak in the head

And get led through a bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way