Well, I had a woman so good to me
We had each other, Rosalee
One day Rose drifted and found her a man
And I could not control my own hands

Now all I've got is time but I still have her on my mine
I guess that's just the way, the way the story goes
You can't put the colour back in a rose

I lost her somewhere down the line
But I still have her on my mind
I guess that's just the way, the way the story goes
You can't put the colour back into Rose