Rosie

Why must the young die so young?
Before they’re allowed to bloom
And your mama, no, she ain’t ever gonna be the same, no
With that picture frame and the pieces left behind
Yes, may your wings carry you high, sweet Rosie
One last teenage flight of lust
Like feathers in the dust, we rise
And I’m calling out, calling out for time to reverse
But that clock has chimed and the bird has flown
Yes, may your wings carry you high, sweet Rosie
No no no, no you know your mama
She ain’t ever gonna be the same, oh no
'Cause the devil he made light
He made light with your life
And your mama won’t be the same, no, 'til you fly on home