Song Description

Man is pining for his lost love... reminiscing about the times they shared when they were young.

Lyrics

Dusty Rose © 2003

He found the spot at 2 o?clock on a rainy day
where they huddled in the grass and kissed the velvet moon;
when the sigh in the moment breathed
he never thought she would leave.
She proved him wrong and 3 o?clock on a Saturday;
he held an hourglass and a photograph of her face;
but the eye in the camera sees
the things we don?t want to see.
Dusty Rose... are you counting red cars on the road,
skipping gray stones;
the only picture of her is getting lost in the folds;
if you see my Dusty Rose say hello.
They were on the rocks and roaming the docks at 21
tracing islands in the sand and castles in the sky;
do you still find the time to play
those silly games we would play?
That love-intoxicated man didn?t realize
how bittersweet believing in her would be;
but the pause in a voice betrays
the things we don?t want to say.
Dusty Rose... are you counting red cars on the road,
skipping gray stones;
but the memories of her are getting lost in the folds;
if you see my Dusty Rose say hello.
-hushed away little bud... hushed away little bud-
Dusty Rose... are you counting red cars on the road,
skipping gray stones;
the only picture of her is getting lost in the folds;
if you see my Dusty Rose... save a petal for me.