I don't like roses anyway Take me to fields full of pink peonies and there I'll stay This clever subterfuge, this magical mysterious place Take me down the rabbit hole where Alice stays... I want to have tea parties with Voltaire, Sylvia and Shakespeare... I sip my tea and hope he finds me here And we stare into oblivion a million miles from nowhere Rose garden's are for the dreamers The ones that shift swiftly in 860's and drive away Rose garden's are for the believers The ones that stand outside on rainy days Sometimes I wonder if they wonder what I wonder about I guess I'm at the point where I can wander and wonder not what they care about Under the giving tree I, look to the sky, thank God I am I As time persists on by… Rose gardens are for the dreamers The ones that shift swiftly in 860's and drive away Rose garden's are for the believers The ones that stand outside on rainy days I don't like roses anyway, I don't like roses anyway, anyway