Cannonball Days

<br>What`s come to stay from the cannonball days<br>but a house and some clothes on the line<br>fire the wave of your drunken brigade<br>the streets of New York as a child<br><br>Woman so fine, and fine as a girl,<br>slow like an italian wine<br>hair all a mess and a dress all disheveled<br>and all of your roses have died<br><br>Better luck in the next life,<br>cause you gonna need it, dear<br>loved you back then but i couldn`t say when<br>all of your roses have died<br><br>Tasted your lips with my hands on your hips<br>danced in an apartment named nine,<br>your cats on the sill and my head to your breast<br>feeding your rhythms divine<br><br>A west jersey queen with a rattle machine,<br>tasted the salt thru your skin,<br>loved you back then, but I couldn`t say when<br>all of your roses have died<br><br>Better luck in the next life,<br>go give them some hell and goodbye<br>loved you back then but I couldn`t say when<br>all of your roses have died<br><br>Bask in the heat down on Christopher Street<br>bought you a rose from a bum<br>left you a note that I stuffed in your coat<br>laughed and you said it was done<br><br>Broke like a stem and I guess you`re with him<br>I`m sure that he treats you just fine<br>so bottoms up cheers baby here`s to your tears<br>and all of your roses have died<br><br>Better luck in the next life<br>I miss you but go on goodbye<br>I feel like a straight from this cannonball days<br>when all of your roses were mine<br>when all of your roses were mine<br>when all of your roses were mine