Christine Lavin
"Roses From the Wrong Man"
She opened the door, surprised to see a deliveryman
Holding a beautiful vase of roses in his hands
"For me?" she said; he nodded his head
She took the flowers in and read the note
Roses from the wrong man;
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one; she hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man
She places the vase in the middle of the living room
The air is scented with the delicate sweet perfume
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes,
Shakes her head slowly and sighs
Roses from the wrong man;
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one; she hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man
How long can she hold out for someone who might never come around?
And how many times will this other man try when she keeps turning him down?
She's not getting any younger, but she don't want to settle for less
Oh, how can such a pretty bunch of flowers trigger such deep unhappiness?
Ever since she was 11 or 12 it was her dream
To receive the kind of flowers carried by the homecoming queen
And sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't expect them to
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't want them to
Roses from the wrong man