Blood Red Rose

Her night companion was James Joyce's prose
She's like the morning dew left to melt on a blood-red rose
And her reading light it would burn till the night grew old
She'd demand a man for a one night stand
But she always gave her soul and took its toll

Though his memory now is just a faded glow
Time and again her pages show
That the story's there though the book's been closed
As the summer comes the summer goes
Like a blood-red rose

He's six foot and brown eyed single young and tanned
Pictured in her head is this animated man
But in reality her private thoughts get banned
Deep in her contemplation and imagination
A solemn figure stands he's just her dreamtime man

Though his memory now is just a faded glow
Time and again her pages show
That the story's there though the book's been closed
As the summer comes the summer goes
Like a blood-red rose

Her youthful grace has mellowed through the years
Growing old the most depressing thing she fears
To wind up old and lonely with just a cat
And the city's hard she'd break apart
And she never could stand that and now she can't go back

Though his memory now is just a faded glow
Time and again her pages show
That the story's there though the book's been closed
As the summer comes the summer goes
Like a blood-red rose