We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night.
Although we both lie close together,

we feel miles apart inside.

Was it something I said or something I did?

Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you,
though I tried,

but I guess that's why they say.

Every rose has it's thorn,

just like every night has it's dawn.
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has it's thorn.


I listen to our favorite song
playing on the radio.

Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and
easy go.
But I wonder does he know.

Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you'd be here right now.
If I could have let you know somehow,

I guess.

Every rose has it's thorn,

just like every night has it's dawn.
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has it's thorn.


Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain.

Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals,
but the scar, that scar remains.


I know I could have saved a love that night,
if I'd known what to say.
Instead of making love

we both made our separate ways.

But now I hear you found somebody new,

And that I never meant that much to you.
To hear that tears me up inside,
and to see you cuts me like a knife,

I guess.

Every rose has it's thorn,

just like every night has it's dawn.
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has it's thorn.