Rose Marie says her knees fear the winter
It's a wicked world in a bottle
She's about to hit that throttle
I can see
At a bar across the bay
Her sister was a singer
Fair haired and faithful
With eyes that took the sailors
Out to sea
Now each and every night
The world is in a different place
Her mind runs an ancient race
New constellations come to view
They help her make it through
They take her back to you
Rose Marie skims her bible in the back room
For answers to the question
Looking for
A reason to believe
Riding high on gin
She set out for the station
A paper bag and a water flower
It's getting colder by the hour
Next to me
Now each and every night
The world is in a different place
Her mind runs an ancient race
New constellations come to view
They help her make it through
They take her back to you
Rose Marie disappeared into something
Like the leaves of November
That's how we remember Rose Marie
When that starlit sky
Shines down through the portholes
The sailors stare and wonder
Has she made it there?
Is she finally free?
Now each and every night
The world is in a different place
Her mind runs an ancient race
New constellations come to view
They help her make it through
They take her back to you