You call me to the site of a great divide
You can't be turnin' round once you choose to ride
Dancing as a child like a figurine?
Fingering your mouth in the moonbeams
You know it's alright now
I'll keep you rosebud of the morn
You're looking round, looking good
Looking just how it should
Heart of gold, lock it tight
Everything else left behind
And I feel it in the way she walk
I hold on through the night
And all the way sitting on the window
All the way, sitting on the sideline
And all the way, sitting on the window
All the way, sitting on the pane
Will the same old sorrow still be tomorrow?
On whom I could call and depend
I'll keep you, rosebud of the morning